So you’re playing poker at your house with the guys, and everyone has a story about the great sales they discovered right after the holidays.
The first guy says: “I got four pairs of the prettiest panties you’ve ever seen at Target for 40% off!” You all look at each other and say oooo, ahhhh, oooo, ahhhh.
The second guy says: “Well I went to Walmart and bought a killer maxi dress for only 15 bucks!” Once again, oooo, ahhhh, oooo, ahhhh.
The third guy says: “I went to Kmart and bought a pink babydoll nightie with padded cups for just 5 bucks!” And again, oooo, ahhhh, oooo, ahhhh.
Now its your turn. You politely excuse yourself and go into the bedroom to show them what you recently bought. Slipping it on, you wonder if you should even tell them how little you paid for it.
“Check this out boys” you say with a smile, “I got this mesh tropical print romper at The House of Rockefeller, but it wasn’t on sale.”
The three of them stare at you, their jaws drop, and they’re all thinking the same thing: “He’s a rich girl, and he’s gone too far, cause we know it don’t matter anyway. He can rely on the old man’s money, he can rely on the old man’s money.”
You don’t have to tell them you only paid $35.