Outside the gates of Money Town is a private high school. A lot of the Money Town teens go to this high school, but not all of them.
If you were to drive on the streets surrounding the school while it was in session, you'd be floored to see the cars the "kids" are driving to school.
You'd see more than one Corvette, Lexus, BMW, Mercedes, Audi, Porsche, Escalade, etc. The list goes on and on. Sure, there are a few "normal" cars mixed in too, but you have to really look for them.
One of these days I'm going to walk the streets along the perimeter of the school, snapping photos of all the student's luxury vehicles. (Don't worry Money Town parents, I won't show license plates.) I'll make a big collage of all the photos and share it with you. I think it's the only way for you to really get a true feel for the superficiality of South Orange County.
In any case, last week I needed to drop some photos off for one of my girlfriends. She was out and about town running errands. We decided we'd just meet on one of the streets near the high school. I'd hand her the photos and then we'd both, separately, go on with our days.
I arrived first. I parked in a parking spot across from the high school. I was waiting for my girlfriend. Right then I saw a teen girl from the high school, in a Porsche, nearly backup into my car. The frame around her license plate said, "Money Town." She maybe missed hitting my car by two inches, if that. She was so busy talking to the boy in the car with her, she didn't even know what she had just done.
As it became apparent she was backing up at a high speed, directly towards me, without looking behind her, I gave a little tap on my horn. She was swerving all over the place, in reverse, and completely oblivious to the cars behind her.
I didn't blare my horn at her. I just gave it a little tap with the hope it would make her realize someone was parked there. (I was, after all, parked in a legal, allotted, parking spot.)
She rolled down her window, pointed her middle finger upward for emphasis, and said, "Fuck off and get out of my way!"
Then she shifted out of reverse, and peeled out of the parking area with her tires screeching.
The Money Town kids are growing up …
To be just like their parents.
Mom and dad must be so proud.
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