We have some good friends who moved to Money Town recently. They're very nice people and we've known them for over fifteen years. Their youngest son is also a good friend of PR's. Yesterday PR was invited to come over after football and spend the day. I agreed to drop him off.
I drove through the gates of Money Town and noticed nothing has changed there in the last few weeks. Nothing ever really does change in Money Town. I drove to our friend's house and walked up with PR to say hello. PR ran off the minute he was reunited with his buddy. I chatted with my girlfriend for maybe 15 minutes and then said good-bye and left.
I walked out to my car but it was blocked by a double parked black Mercedes convertible SL500. I didn't take a picture of it because cars like it are a dime a dozen around here. Here's a google pic of a silver one just to give you an idea of what they look like:
I tossed my purse in my car from the passenger side and glanced around. The way the car was parked, I assumed the driver wasn't intending to stay long. I figured someone had come by to drop something at one of the neighboring houses and even though there was plenty of other places to park, she for some reason felt the need to park there. You know, at an angle, blocking my exit and within a few inches of my car on one side.
I waited. Then I waited a little while longer. I debated going back to my friend's and knocking on her door for a longer chat, but I had things I needed to get done. Just as my patience was giving way, I saw a woman exit a neighboring house and head towards the Mercedes.
She had long bleached white-blonde hair. At a distance she looked to be about 30, but as she got closer the plastic surgery became more and more apparent. My guess is she was at least 45. She was wearing short, short, black leather shorts. Who knew they made shorts in leather? She also wore ugg boots with fuzz on them.
She had on a silver-ish shiny top with a plunging neckline. Her very fake and quite generous tits threatened to burst right out of her top. She had a very glittery big wide belt on with her leather shorts.
She wore long dangling earrings and her acrylic nails were painted bright red. She had a monster diamond on her left hand and a glittering diamond band on her right hand too. She also wore lots and lots of bangle bracelets.
Have I ever mentioned money doesn't buy class?
Now, wouldn't you assume if you returned to your illegally parked car and realized someone was waiting on you to leave because you blocked their car in, you would apologize?
Instead, Money Town Bitch tossed her hair and gave me a dirty look as if I were in her way. She walked towards her passenger door, opened it, and didn't even blink when her car door hit against the side of my car.
I'm sure my car was just an inconvenience in her way.
She took her time shoving something in her glove compartment, closed it, slammed the car door shut, tossed her hair again and walked to the driver's side of her car.
"Thanks for being so considerate," I said rather snidely.
I'm not driving a Mercedes, but my car is only two years old. Not only did this bitch feel entitled to disregard where she parked, but clearly she also felt denting my car with her car door was of no concern at all. For that matter, denting my car right in front of me was of no concern.
She rolled her eyes at me and said, "I saw the guest pass in your window, it's obvious you don't live here."
I wonder what clued her in. I mean, other than the Money Town guest pass in my car window? My car is not a Mercedes, Porsche or Maserati. I was standing there in workout capris, flip flops and a white t-shirt over my white sports bra. In all likelihood my nipples were putting on a display. I wore no make-up, and come to think of it, I might not have even brushed my hair yet. I'm sure I ran my fingers through it prior to leaving the house, and that is almost the same thing as brushing it.
I'm quite certain my teeth were brushed because my teeth are always brushed.
I was momentarily stunned into silence by her rudeness. Then I snapped out of it and replied, "Because living in Money Town gives you the right to be a bitch?"
Well, this infuriated her. At the same time I saw a quick flash of fear in her eyes. I guess she figured an outsider might be dangerous or something. Who knows what I might do next. I mean, since I don't have a Mercedes I might be a gang member who has infiltrated Money Town.
All of you readers? Be careful. I'm one dangerous chick. I wear flip flops! You never know what I might do.
She rolled her eyes, tossed her hair again for good measure and got in the driver's seat of her car. Then she looked back at me and flipped me off prior to driving away.
Ahhh … welcome to my world. There's nothing quite like visiting Money Town.
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