Time is money biatches. When I become a millionaire (I'm almost there), I'll be off saving the world every waking hour of the day. I won't have time for nonsense like fixing toilets; I'll have my slav...er...friends fix them for me! They do so enjoy things like that anyway; it's like my gift to them. And common sense, as they say, is the collection of prejudices acquired by age 18.
My family doctor (best guy ever) drives a Honda Civic. And truth be told, I've painted and roofed enough rich folks' houses to know that most of them are very polite, and honestly don't have the time and/or the ability to do it, so they hire someone else to do it for them (usually a talented, small, local business at that). Most of them aren’t shy about tipping either. It is kind of refreshing to see someone well-rounded once in a while though, who isn't "beyond" everyone else to do a simple job themselves. I find the guys who really earned their spot (read: worked their way up) tend to be the ones who also appreciate the little things most.
Oh, and if Paul Allen has an old beater lying around, that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s an alright guy who makes a habit of only taking what he needs. It’s probably more like a “rosebud” thing for him or something. Case in point: his 413 ft. yacht. And ACiD, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your friend is actually insane, not frugal. He needs to begin treatment immediately.
[ March 10, 2006, 11:58 AM: Message edited by: stringsattached ]
