Quotacious

I empathize with you bro.

Yesterday I was standing in the check-out line at the supermarket, and between furtive glances at Soap Digest magazine (too embarrassed to buy, too intrigued to look away) I had an epiphany: I plum don't like fraternizing with lower- or middle-class people.

Obviously I'm somewhere between lower- and middle-class myself, on a good day. But other people of this sort really get on my nerves, whether they're huddling around one another for warmth in the freezer aisle or organizing a rodent hunt.

I'm not like that guy who wants to own a mansion and yacht and have powerful friends who do his bidding for him. More and more, I'm appalled that I don't already have such "luxuries," and I consider this to reflect poorly on my state and municipal governments for letting me fall to such a level of poverty/non-filthy-rich-ness.