On Sunday a friend and I sat having lunch at a favorite restaurant. The food is good, the people friendly.
Along came two women, about our age. Far better dressed, obviously wealthy. One extremely overweight. The fat one then proceeded to prove why so many of Johannesburg’s wealthy types should be quickly recycled as compost.
She complained. About everything. She didn’t like the bread provided. but what made me giggle was the fact that when they then brought her some French loaf, she had already eaten all the bread provided, and then proceeded to consume all of the French bread as well. Not at all good for her weight.
Then she carried on complaining
I wonder if she has ever seen herself in full complaining-mode? What a sourpuss.
What makes these types believe they are so much better than the rest of us?