Friday, May 8, 2009

Rich People

My brother and my dad work with rich people. They aren't rich ... they just work for them.

One night, my brother and sister-in-law were invited over for dinner by one of his clients. My dear, sweet sister-in-law wanted to show her appreciation and decided to get them a gift. She looked everywhere and couldn't figure out what to get someone who arguably had everything already. She finally settled on a potted orchid.

When they pulled up to the entry gate, they noticed a HUGE gravel driveway lined with trees leading up to an elegant house.

As the gate opened and the made their way toward the house, my brother looked in the rear-view mirror and noticed workers appear from between the trees with rakes. After their car drove by, they came out to rake the gravel smooth again.

What would it be like to have enough expendable income to be able to hire gravel rakers?

I can't even imagine.
(End Tangent)

When they got to the front door, potted plant in my sister-in-law's hands, she was already starting to feel a little out of place.

The door opened, and they were greeted by my brother's client and his wife. My sister-in-law was just beginning to tell the wife how much she appreciated the invitation and wanted to give her something to say thank you when she turned her head and noticed the table in the center of the entry hall. On it stood an enormous vase filled with at least a hundred orchids identical to the one in her little pot.


trublubyu said...

so then what happened? how did the hostess receive the orchids?

darn those rich people.

Nathan said...

Unfortunately, I can't remember that part of the story. I'm sure she was gracious about it, but it really did make my sister-in-law feel stupid.