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Many years ago, I had a job for over a year as a bagger ("courtesy clerk") at a supermarket, in a very wealthy, Republican area. I lived among these people for a long time there, and I got a lot of their behavior. The attitude of most of them toward the employees, some of whom were actually also rich and from the same neighborhood--and I learned a lot from them too, but as friends--was a kind of dismissive contempt, as if we were their servants, and no amount of work we did was enough.
Your own post brilliantly sums up the way they use language, and you get the drift of it after a while. No matter how fantasy-world-ignorant and isolated these people are, they believe they are describing the actual outside world. The worst I ever heard, one of the few times I heard them come right out and use phrasing like this "around us," was when I overheard a rich teenage cashier talking to a rich customer, and overheard the phrase "the lower classes." I never bagged for that person again. They presumptuously refer to you by your first name, (on your name tag), as if they are entitled to, yet they never tell you theirs, and often would not even look at you the whole time they were talking. Another time, in the bottle-return area, a rich woman customer originally from India cut ahead of all the other customers, after, incredibly, asking management at the front office if she could do it, and she said, to me, "I'm rich. I can do whatever I want."
There is no cheaper tightwad than a rich Republican. One time, coming back from a break, I heard a loud, angry fight at one of the cash registers, where somebody I knew and liked was working. Management was called to the register, it went on and on, and when I heard about it later--believe it or not it is a fact--a customer was fighting about the claim that she had been cheated out of ONE PENNY---one single penny. This is how these people got rich. They take advantage of every service the store offered, and paid for nothing. I never heard so many demands to take their groceries to their vehicles and load them, a "carry-out," as this area, when these people were all perfectly capable of doing it themselves. One time, a rich woman had bought two cartsful, and another bagger and I loaded them into her small car (she had thoughtfully not allowed nearly enough room for all this shit, but that was our problem now). After a lot of work, we were each tipped a dime. She made a show of giving it to us, and it was a dime. I was so offended as a human being that I flipped it on the ground and walked away. She said, with a strange, mocking voice, "What's the matter?" and when I looked back, she was trying to bend over in her high heels, to retrieve the cash. It made a singular impression of "the banality of evil."
Rich people love to taunt you when they know you can't fight back. Once, I was out getting carts in the parking lot, and a male whistled at me and pointed to a cart over on the other side of the lot, where this male was, like I was a dog being called, "come and get this one." When I was in the bottle-return room, counting cans and bottles returned by these people, (they all watch you like a hawk, making sure you count every one, and often they would go to the front office and lie, claiming that I had undercounted them; luckily, they knew me by then in the front office and always believed me), they often brought in huge garbage bags to be counted. You relly learn how filthy these rich people are, with something like this. I cannot tell you the number of times where I opened the bag to start counting bottles, and there were dirty disposable diapers, an opened container of sour cream, empty bags of chips, on and on--to try to degrade me with. Every single time, they--smiling--pretended they knew nothing about "whoever" put that there. I always gave it back to them, with their bag, and never let them see you shocked or hurt. They are like devils.
Rich people steal things all the time. There is an expensive spice called saffron, that is usually only available behind the counter, because it gets stolen when just on the shelf in the aisle. It could not be kept there in Richieville either, because they always stole it, even though every single one of them could easily afford it. Rich people are clueless and stupid. One time when I was outside getting carts, a rich couple came out and were so pleased that the workers in the store were so nice and helpful, etc. They came right up to me and asked if the staff was so good because there was no union here. I was flabbergasted, and had to recover. As I recall, I answered that it was because there WAS a union there, that they were good.
I could easily go on and on; these are just several examples I remember off the top of my head, all these years later, and these people have not changed. They still think we are their servants. I began that job with no particular opinion one way or the other, about rich epople. I left it hating them, and wishing them all destroyed.
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