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Mansions On The Hill
When I was a kid, my dad and his brothers had a dry cleaning business and, back in those days, they actually used to deliver dry cleaning to their customers homes. It sounds weird now but its true. My dad, being the youngest, used to make most of the deliveries (in fact, we were so poor that the delivery panel truck was also the family car) and he used to tell us how, when he went to deliver dry cleaning to the swells up the hill in La Jolla, often people would leave a note on the door or the gate asking him to leave their clothes because they wouldnt be home. In those days most people would pay upon delivery, so my dad would knock on the door or ring the house anyway in an attempt to get paid which, at the time, was probably a couple of bucks tops back in those golden days when dimes and nickels werent just useless pocket weight. After getting no answer, my dad would leave the clothes to avoid a call to the shop wondering why they hadnt been delivered which could only mean yet another trip back up the hill. More than a few times, after getting back in the truck, he would look back at the house only to see the curtains move because the occupants were checking to see if he had gone and whether it was safe to come out and collect their belongings.
All of this, of course, to get out of paying a $1.50 for services rendered which, by the way, the customer would invariably dispute the next time they dropped their clothes off if they werent outright trying get out of paying because of too much starch or maybe a missing button.
He used to tell us all about it over dinner.
But what my dad didnt tell us was that those rich people who lived in those nice houses were the real hard workers in the world (unlike himself and his brothers) and if we worked as hard as those wealthy folks we could be just like them and live in a nice house, and not a $35 a month apartment, and we could drive a big car that we actually owned and maybe even someday have a color TV. Because, even at a very young age and before we had the appropriate words to describe them, he didnt need to tell us what we instinctively knew about these people and how they got where they were.
They were assholes.
The kind of assholes who would try to screw some guy out of a couple of bucks because he was just a common working man with a family and he didnt make his money the old fashioned way.
By inheriting it.
So Reince Preibus and Marco Rubio can take their remarkably similar Dreams My Father Sold Me stories and blow it out their asses. That starry-eyed pie in the sky bullshit doesnt sell any better now than it did back then. Save it for the rubes at the Americans For Prosperity and Freedomworks rallies.
Those dumbasses will believe anything for the price of a balloon
http://tbogg.firedoglake.com/2012/08/08/mansions-on-the-hill/
All of this, of course, to get out of paying a $1.50 for services rendered which, by the way, the customer would invariably dispute the next time they dropped their clothes off if they werent outright trying get out of paying because of too much starch or maybe a missing button.
He used to tell us all about it over dinner.
But what my dad didnt tell us was that those rich people who lived in those nice houses were the real hard workers in the world (unlike himself and his brothers) and if we worked as hard as those wealthy folks we could be just like them and live in a nice house, and not a $35 a month apartment, and we could drive a big car that we actually owned and maybe even someday have a color TV. Because, even at a very young age and before we had the appropriate words to describe them, he didnt need to tell us what we instinctively knew about these people and how they got where they were.
They were assholes.
The kind of assholes who would try to screw some guy out of a couple of bucks because he was just a common working man with a family and he didnt make his money the old fashioned way.
By inheriting it.
So Reince Preibus and Marco Rubio can take their remarkably similar Dreams My Father Sold Me stories and blow it out their asses. That starry-eyed pie in the sky bullshit doesnt sell any better now than it did back then. Save it for the rubes at the Americans For Prosperity and Freedomworks rallies.
Those dumbasses will believe anything for the price of a balloon
http://tbogg.firedoglake.com/2012/08/08/mansions-on-the-hill/
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Mansions On The Hill (Original Post)
phantom power
Aug 2012
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Hydra
(14,459 posts)1. So beautiful...too bad it's true.
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Frustratedlady
(16,254 posts)2. My husband and I both had our own businesses.
We both cringed whenever we had a wealthy customer sign a contract for services, as we knew the chances of them paying on time was slim to none. Out of all the hardworking people we serviced, our only bad debts were from the country club set. They would finally pay, but it was several months later...when we were getting mad enough to go to small claims court.
We did have some good customers who were wealthy and we never had bad checks from the middle class or poorer customers. In all the years I had my service, I only had two bad checks and they were from CPAs. Go figure.
I think a lot of wealthy people are wealthy on paper. Their problem is to keep their friends and associates from finding out.