August 2, 2012

• My designer shoes only come in “oppressive pink”

  The solution to our bathtub being clogged was an adventure. We snuck out of the house to a marina on the lake, and borrowed their public showers. Micah kept warning me that the facilities might be gross, but he underestimates me. It looked just like college, except all the hot water hadn’t been used up by some sorority girl.
  I was thinking today about how some people, or really, those that are used to creature comforts, are used to “slumming it up” as long as it’s temporary. I was thinking about this while grumbling about the price of the overpriced sandwich on my plate, and reminiscing that one of my cousins used to work at an overpriced sandwich place. Now, she’s about to become a lawyer, and since the last time I saw her two years ago, she’s gotten prissier and prissier, but I still remember that at one time, she was a sandwich-slinger in khaki pants. At one time, she had to mop a floor for money. Now, it’s like that person is a million miles away. I’ve always said that the people who are most likely to treat people lower on the social totem pole with respect are those that have been there, but I gotta wonder if, to some people, being covered in cheese dip is not something that makes you a “minimum wage slave” but just something you have to put up with until your champagne wishes come true. I don’t ever want to become prissy. And I don’t ever want to forget that it sucks being covered in cheese dip. Especially when you get hit in the eye with it. Ouch.

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