People Who Knew "That Spoiled Rich Brat" Are Sharing Their Stories

I went to a small private school from preschool all the way through highschool. I don't have the craziest stories, but half of the school generally had families who made bank and the other half had family who worked at the school and got a discount to send their kids there.

My family was one of the few that was pretty middle ground. Most of those kids were pretty chill and didn't flash their money around much, but there were a couple of instances that come to mind.

For my boyfriend's senior prom (he graduated the year after me so I was already in college) one girl in his class apparently got a wedding dress for the dance.

The school had a policy that before dances girls would have to show a picture of their dress to one of the principals so it could be approved.

They weren't super strict or anything (I got away with a backless dress for my own senior prom) and most of us didn't want to be falling out of dresses anyway.

This girl, however, had her dad spend I think a couple grand on this dress and it was entirely sheer lace. You couldn't see anything, because there was a nude slip underneath it, but it was still wildly inappropriate for a 17 year old.

She avoided getting permission from the principal like the plague. In the end she was tracked down, showed them the dress, and told that she couldn't wear it.

The dad threw a fit about it and the school let her wear the dress to the dance anyway. Most of the students just thought it was stupid because it's a highschool prom and not worth spending thousands of dollars on a dress. Save it for an actual wedding at least.

Two years before and I went on a trip to Europe organized by the school. Basically it was a yearly thing and they would go somewhere different every time and if you were in highschool and had the money then you could go.

It was my jr year and the trip was themed on ww2 and I worked my ass off to pay for half of the trip while my parents paid the other half. I was so excited to be there and experience everything but towards the end of the trip the day we had in Paris was miserable.

I couldn't believe it that we were in the Louvre and the group I was with was complaining that they were bored or that people were taking their time to look at the paintings instead of just glancing around and moving on.

One girl wanted to go back to the hotel, and they looked at me like I was crazy when I didn't want to leave the museum after 20-30 minutes.

I had a professor in college who had a "turd around the world" analogy. If you send a turd around the world it still comes back the same turd as it started and it's absolutely true.

Username: snipssnails

I actually have a relevant story for this. I got sent to a private high school in the suburbs for my last two years of high school (wasn't doing well academically in the big public one that I used to attend) so I encountered a bunch of rich kids, most nice, a couple terrible, and one stood out above the rest due to the sheer volume of money at her disposal, more than I ever thought even realistically possible.

She was a Chinese foreign exchange student, parents were big business moguls in China (probably in bed with the government I'd imagine) and they had a net worth far north of 100 million to my knowledge.

They bought a condo in the city I live that they kept operational all year round because every once and a while they had business meetings in the area and didn't like hotels. In any case, they were loaded.

Now this girl, she was really nice. Truly a sweet and kind person, not like the "rich asshole" archetype, but my god she did not understand what money is at all.

She at one point was surprised when I told her that credit cards used actual money because her parents just paid for it.

She also had a fairly nice new Mazda that her parents got for her--just one problem, she had no drivers license.

So being the economic genius she was, she lent that 2017 Mazda indefinitely to this one guy for the price of a single chipotle burrito per week.

She was never mean about money or condescending, she just didn't understand it and couldn't fathom why people were hesitant to blow 150 dollars on concert tickets to go to a rave with her on like a Thursday night.

She now goes to an art school in New York and her parents bought her a cushy condo in Manhattan so she didn't have to worry about a commute or about renting a place in a less 'desirable' area.

I have other rich kid stories from that school, like the kid who got caught drag racing his Audi r8 by some neighborhood watch people and they reported him to the school, or the other girl whose dad had been disbarred from being a lawyer TWICE, once for scamming the family of a dead guy by continuing to collect legal fees from the deceased,

or the other kid whose dad was wrapped up in the Wells Fargo scam thing and was facing massive quantities of legal fees and was complaining about government regulation, or the other kid who became a self made multi-millionaire at 19 because he taught himself to code to make Minecraft mods and went on to work at a tech startup (which is still by far the most impressive thing I've ever witnessed).

Oh can't forget the other kid who had two mansions on his property and one was used exclusively as a party house, or a girl who bummed around Europe for an entire summer off her parents credit card. Rich people are something else man.

Username: WaviestMetal

Two of my cousins had batmitzvah parties that cost like $300,000 each. The older one had professional basketball player, Markieff Morris and pop star Austin Mahone at the party.

I think my uncle paid Markieff $5,000 to be there and Austin Mahone was probably more since he performed.

The party was at my uncle’s country club, rented out just for the event. There were a bunch of food trucks rented out, including one that sold lobster.

The younger one had DJ Pauly D from Jersey Shore at the party, which was at a really upscale restaurant rented out for the event. They also rented lots of fancy furniture for the day, including a giant bed. It required moving trucks and a crew to set up up and take it down.

The theme was Penthouse (not like the magazine though, I think it was an upscale hotel they had stayed at in California or something). All of the food at this one was pink: pink rice sushi, pink pancakes, pink milkshakes, pink bun burgers... the food was never ending, this just scratches the surface.

They gave out vanilla scented candles, slippers, bathrobes, t shirts, tank tops, and socks that said Penthouse and the girl’s name, all custom made.

These were sweet parties to go to, no doubt. But the shame is that these girls are the most materialistic, disrespectful, ungrateful, snobbiest people I know.

Especially the younger one. My mom said that my uncle gave her a $400 bracelet a few weeks before her batmitzvah to coax her to “behave,” but when her grandparents gave her a kiss on the check on stage during the religious service, she wiped the kisses off with her hand.

The day after the party, there was a brunch that her other grandparents (who I’m related to) went to.

When they returned to our house, they said that she avoided them the whole time and then sent some fake ass text like “it was so nice to see you :)”.

Her behavior was enough to make my grandma call her a “little shit” to my mom, and that is NOT typically how my grandma would describe anyone.

At my grandpa’s funeral, they showed up in dresses that were so short and tight, their panties were nearly showing.

Like they were trying to dress to impress at a funeral? Their behavior was acceptable at the service at least, but once we got back to sit shiva (which is basically a gathering to eat and talk and keep the mourning company), my cousins and uncle locked themselves in a bedroom so they wouldn’t have to talk to anyone. Not because of mourning, but because they just don’t care.

I think they’re a result of how they were raised. Both of their parents are extremely materialistic and narcissistic people who complain 20x more than they express gratitude. And as the saying goes, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

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Senior year of high school, new school and it was my 3rd day. I had a 05 Pontiac GTO with hella rust on the sides and the interior was ripped to shit.

But good lord did my grandpappy and I love to work on it. 267K miles on that ol girl.

Anyways, douche ass kid pulls up with a brand new off the lot 2010 Nissan GT-R. Now... when I started my car, it would struggle until you heard a big “VROOM”. Nice deep growl due to it being Ohio in January so it was 6 degrees.

Kid says, “Damn that thing sounds like it’s about to blow up!” I replied “yeah man... she hasn’t let me down yet!” Which he casually gets in his GTR with his absolute bombshell girlfriend.

At that moment, my girl decided to go back to sleep in the middle of the parking lot. Well dude drives by and says “hasn’t let you down yet huh! Things a piece of shit man! I’ll sell you my old mustang gt for cheap bro! Much better than that shit can”

So I waited for my grandpa to come jump my car. When we got home I said, “hey papaw, can we throw on the Hoosiers for tomorrow?” He says “What the hell are you thinking?

No? You’ll slip and crash somewhere!” So 18 year old me decided, “nah, I’m gonna throw on the Hoosiers.” I went to school the next day and walked up to the kid in the study and said “hey man you serious about the GT?”

He goes “oh no dude I was just kidding... it’s gonna be my little brothers when he turns 16 next week.” And i said, “ill race you for it. My GTO your GTR?”

He says “That thing literally shit out on you yesterday man no that would be too easy!” Of course I’m getting laughed at.

“I don’t want that rust bucket of yours catching on fire man.” I reply “Look, not even for the GT. But I wanna race! I put a new intake and exhaust on it (there was a LOT more on that thing...) and I wanna see how it does against a GTR!”

He says “how about winner $100” i then offered up my entire jimmy johns life savings; “how about $1500?” He laughed “are you fucking serious? Okay bet bro!”

Well turns out the kid and I shook on it, and he didn’t know how to control his car, ended up crashing his GTR on top of telling his dad he owed me $1500.

His dad says “You’re on your own I don’t know what the fuck to tell you.” But I just said “dude keep it”.

He drove a 93 Toyota Camry he bought off some kid the rest of his senior year and throughout college. Also, by mid track I had him by at least 3 car lengths.

The Pontiac was totaled by a drunk driver 8 months later, I was okay though and I was able to recover the entire engine.

Still have it sitting in my garage trying to find a new silver GTO to put it in. But they’re hard to come by. Long story; Pretty much Tokyo Drift IRL.

Username: evermillion81

This may be more “how the world works for the ultra rich,” than “rich kid syndrome,” but I think it has a bit of both.

Growing up, my next door neighbors had a daughter my age and our moms were friends. That dad became a Silicon Valley billionaire and they moved to the ultra rich area, but our moms kept in touch.

After graduating college I landed a very lowly job at a well-known fashion company in NYC. The daughter found out through our moms what company I worked for and basically I was instructed by the billionaires to give their daughter a job (when I was only a half-step above an intern).

My dad was always envious of him and had a way of over-inflating how our family was doing, so I think there was this idea that I was doing much better than I actually was.

All I could really do was forward a list of open entry-level positions she could apply for (we’d just graduated college). In the daughter’s response it was clear she thought she could just pick whatever she wanted and it was hers.

But she didn’t want any of those jobs because they were too lowly. I was instructed to get her a better list for her to choose a job from. I had no idea how I was supposed to fill this request where I was expected to just hand out a great job for a girl with no experience when I was literally the most junior person in the company.

I happened to bitch about her entitlement to the head of PR (who I was doing lowly grunt work for) and she mentioned how Famous Fashion Person at the company wanted help.

She explained she meant it as a joke since the job always went to beautiful children of rich celebrities because job pays shit and only trust fund kids afford to do the job since just the wardrobe expectations are like 100x the salary. Basically, you’re expected to wear top designer clothes but it pays shit. It’s not a job anyone does for money. It’s a job for people who don’t care about money.

Plus, the position will result in being photographed a lot since you’re basically glued to Famous Fashion Person and Famous Fashion Person wants them to be attractive and likes when picture captions in magazines say, “child of [rich/famous person].” It’s good for the fashion company’s image as an exclusive ultra rich brand.

I told her that the girl actually was quite beautiful, show her some photos, and asked if Famous Billionaire Father counted as rich celebrity.

PR lady said, “actually, that sounds about right,” and Me and PR lady act as middle people to exchange contact info. The billionaire dad and Famous Fashion Person talk and daughter gets the job.

A few weeks later billionaire daughter is moving to NYC to work with Famous Fashion Person.

Her mom calls my mom to get advice on buying a condo for the daughter, assuming my parents did that for me. My mom laughed and informed them I rent a shithole. Billionaire family was confused, “why ? Manhattan real estate is a good investment?!” They buy her a fancy manhattan condo, easily millions of dollars.

So this girl just sort of declared “I want a job at this fashion company” so her parents make some calls and buy her a Manhattan condo and like that, without even applying, she’s working for Famous Fashion Person, going to Fashion Week, popping up in magazine photos with celebrities, and basically living every fashionista’s dream.

Then winter comes and she decides NYC is too cold and moves back to California.

So basically she wanted a cool fashion job and was handed a golden ticket to the inner circle of NYC fashion, given a Manhattan condo, then tossed it all aside because she got cold.

Username: Nylund

I had recently moved to Israel, in a small desert town. Mostly soldiers and whatnot, and some older people who just lived very simply.

So the beginning of my time there was spent completing an ulpan, which is where you learn about Hebrew and Israeli/middle eastern history and culture, and various volunteer jobs. Now, I am an American; the only other American in this group just so happened to be the most embarrassing idiot I have *ever* met in my life.

He came from a Miami suburb. I'm also from Florida; people from Miami generally think they know more about the world than everyone else. "I'm from *miami* bro, I've seen shit!"

We're in the middle of the god damn Negev desert surrounded by some of the hardest working people, and he's standing around showing off his brand new iPhone (iPhone had *literally* just come out for the first time), wearing these orange reflector sunglasses, he's wearing shirts too small to show off his muscles.

Basically, all you have to do is close your eyes and imagine that you're standing 20 miles from the Gaza Strip, and you see *that* douche nozzle.

He went to an expensive college, and he was in Israel because he was about to go to med school. Was he here for the experience? No. Was he here because it looks fantastic on a resume? No. Here was here because

"*DUDE! Do you know how much MONEY I'm saving my Dad by not going to school in America? I'm saving my dad like, 100,000 DOLLARS, bro. Like that's a SHITLOAD.*"

Wow, how thoughtful, you're saving your *dad* money. Tight budget, ey.

It didn't stop there. I had to constantly listen to him talk about his workouts, how he doesn't jack off because he doesn't want to lose testosterone, all this shit. I would hear him talking to IDF soldiers who were home from the army for a while.

"I'm gonna get you *big*, bro. We're going to the gym." These people are physically and mentally prepared for war, and here's this rich, privileged ass moron going "HOW MUCH YOU BENCH"

One day we were sitting around just shooting the shit with our neighbors, who were soldiers who were back for the weekend. They offer him apple juice. He goes "no thanks. Did you know that apple juice is the leading cause of childhood obesity?" And then he had this look on his face, like "Wow, they're going to think I'm so smart.

I'm the best. Everyone loves me." It's pretty clear that up until that point, he was a 25 year old man who had always been surrounded by people who tell him "Wow, good job! Here's a gold star!" Meanwhile, we're all sitting there like, why the fuck is this guy talking about apple juice?

After I met my boyfriend, he kept trying to get me to go on a trip with him to Tel Aviv. I just kept making excuses, no I can't afford it. So he would counter that with "just call your parents." I can't call my parents. "Brah - just tell them you ruined your shoes. Just be like, I was on one of the ulpan trips, my shoes got all fucked up. They'll *have* to give you shoes, bro.

They can't say no to that, you need shoes. So they'll give you money for shoes." I suppose that, not only did he totally not respect the I had a boyfriend, but apparently, shoes cost the same as a weekend vacation in his world.

Because he was from Miami, he thought he had the street smarts to ask around people in the city of Be'er Sheba to see if anyone had any hashish.

I don't quite remember how or why I was stuck with him and someone else in the city, but he actually would tell us, "okay, it's that guy. *i got this*" and then he would walk up to complete strangers and ask them, in the *smooooooooothest* way, if they had any hashish.

Even the homeless guy surrounded by beer cans told him no. Seriously, every single person he asked was like "what? Fuck off."

This guy is now a surgeon. He performs surgery on people. He cuts people open and operates on them. Do you know how frightening that is?

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I used to be the only poor kid on a scholarship is an elite, uppity grad school in Paris. All of my classmates were neck-deep in the rich kid syndrome. A few highlights:

One classmate constantly complained and whined she was poor and could basically afford nothing. I was empathetic at first (I lived 1h30 away from campus in a 1-room student housing unit and had only 45 euros left after bills were paid to survive the entire month), until I learned she lived in a nice apartment in the center of Paris entirely paid for by her parents, and she received 4,000 euros PER MONTH of allowance despite having no bills to pay and no mandatory expenses besides food.

She was just complaining because she couldn't afford weekly international trips, which several of my classmates did basically every weekend, and at most she could pay for a dozen new dresses from Les Galleries Lafayette every month, so she felt poor. I didn't feel bad for her after that, but she kept whining about living in poverty.

One classmate had a literal meltdown in the middle of class when another noticed she was wearing an outfit she was seen wearing earlier that month. Apparently, these two girls were shopping partners and had that agreement to throw out all of their clothes after wearing them once, so they'd wear new ones all the time.

The first girl had run out of allowance and her parents refused to subsidize yet another shopping spree so she had to wear the same outfit twice. She had to be physically carried out of class and she was crying and screaming as if her entire family had died, because she felt so humiliated.

The first day of class, we were invited on a week-long trip to a tropical country for the traditional "integration week". I'd been to university for years and usually, it is an integration *weekend* and is either at an upperclassman's place or in a cheap, close location. But nope, my class was planning luxury hotels, casinos, beaches, plane tickets... and you had to pay for all of it yourself.

I immediately opted out. One classmate, which, mind you, I'd met for the first time a couple hours earlier, asked me why I didn't want to go and made a case about all the fun we'd be having. I said I just couldn't afford it. She just dismissed my concern as if it didn't exist and said she'd pay it for me.

We were talking about thousands of euros. I was so shocked I just thanked her and turned her down, and I didn't go - I didn't imagine she could be wealthy enough to just throw that kind of money away. I was wrong.

A few month later, I constantly wanted to strangle her because she'd get her father's chauffeur to bring her sushi plates for lunch daily, and she gloated that she had one of her family's employees write her thesis for her.

We had a final exam that happened in a foreign country - mandatory for the entire class (unless you wanted to get a 0 on an important exam) and you had to pay for it out of your own pocket.

The teachers were not used to having students struggle to pay the price (I'm not sure how much it'd have been as I ended up not going, but just the plane ticket, hotel, food, temp phone service and transportation on site would have cost over a thousand euros), so my complaint that I couldn't afford it was met with disbelief. I was accused of trying to get out of an exam I knew I'd fail, and I was told that I was xenophobic and close-minded because I didn't want to travel.

Everyone, classmates and teachers alike, laughed and dismissed my explanation that, with 45 euros a month of income, I just couldn't afford it.

That was a very stressful time for me, and I ended up begging a private scholarship institution to help me pay for it - instead, when they heard the school was making the students pay for a mandatory exam (which is extremely illegal, but nobody ever complained because students typically could afford it without issues), they contacted the school.

I don't know how they managed it, but the next day, I was called into the head teacher's office, a letter from the scholarship organization on his desk, and he begrudgingly allowed me to sit the exam in Paris instead of following the rest of the class.

I got a A+, and all my classmates got on my case about it, saying that since I was able to pass the exam, it was absurd of me to refuse to travel with them. To this day, none of them believe money was actually, genuinely the issue, and not my unwillingness to travel.

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Girl that sat behind me in my freshman spanish class was a fucking class act I tell you. She was as stereotypical as you could get.

Valley girl voice, disrespectful towards her parents and teachers, and didn't give two shits about school. Unless the alternative meant her getting in trouble of course. To give you a taste of her antics, here are a few stories from what I remember:

Nearly every test, I would see her looking over on someone elses paper, using a cheat sheet, or in some cases looking on mine! (I sit in front of her. Anyone who even has the slightest knowledge of how to cheat knows that is rookie mistake number 1.

You are way too obvious while doing it.) Sometimes she would even "whisper", and I use that term in the most generous way possible as my buddy on the other side of the room noticed it once, asking what the answer was.

When I replied I was not risking getting suspended for cheating because she didn't study, i'd get called some third rate insult like "loser" or "douche". This went on like clockwork, test after test, until her incident at the end of the year.

When learning the chapters in the unit, she would put her book up, place her makeup kit behind it, and do her makeup for the majority of the class. I guess it would make sense if it was first period or something like that and she wanted to adjust her makeup in some way, but I had this class 6th period. The second to last class. It always boggled my mind how she could take up 45 minutes of her time adjusting her make up 90% through the day.

She would frequently go off on tangents asking over and over again how this would be used in her life as an adult. Now I can see this question with math. Sure it teaches problem solving but the material you are covering isn't going to be used in normal life. But we live in California. Having an education in spanish is so damn useful here.

My teacher, patient as she was, would explain this to her every time she asked, and every time, this girl would roll her eyes and complain that she wasn't going into a job that involved talking in spanish. After all she was going to be the next big fashion designer.

Throughout the year, almost as if I was in a movie that didn't know how to do exposition, this girl would read out verbatim messages that her parents sent her regarding problems they had with her behavior. I always assumed that this was a ploy to garner some sympathy in a "oh woh is me" kinda way, but it actually became pretty sad how desperate the parents texts became.

They started out as the generic "We are very disappointed in you" for her receiving F's in class, however the last one she read out to us will forever stick in my mind as a testament to just how much of an absolute bitch of a human this person was.

The text was in response to her apparently failing 5 or her 7 classes. Her mom texted her saying that she had become tired of her apparent uncaring nature towards school and stated that she would never be able to find a job or even a worthwhile life after school if she didn't try to at least keep up. She then lamented at the disrespect this girl showed to her and her husband whenever they talked, and the disconnect between the two.

She repeatedly stated that they, the parents, wanted to help her and that they missed their good little girl full of sunshine and happiness from when she was younger. It finished by stating that she would be picking her up after school, and that they would get lunch and talk about what changes they were going to make in her life.

This bitch, in response to this truly heartfelt and desperate call from her mother, reads it out loud to the whole class during a break as if it's the funniest thing in the Goddamn world. Looking to all of us with a exhausted laugh as if we should be wondering where this was coming from.

Now, being the little freshman shit I was, I had been making wise cracks at her the whole year, so far. But here, I was absolutely speechless. She looked at me as if expecting some kind of response, and I just went back to my workbook.

In the end, she dropped out of the school. Last I heard from her friends, her parents bought her her own apartment as a way of trying to get her to accept more responsibility by her living on her own. This girl was 16.

Username: Ibney00

These stories made my blood pressure go up, lol. So to give your eyes a break, I'm going to share one story of a "good" rich kid, although it may not be welcome, which is understandable. (This person does not have rich kid syndrome, it's just a rich kid story).

So generally rich kids don't mind spending their parent's money. When I first met this guy I know, I assumed he was poor, like me, or at most average. He wore the same shirt/pants most days of the week pretty much, he didn't drive an overly expensive car (Honda Fit), etc.

Eventually we started going on dates and we went to pizza houses, Chinese restaurants, etc. Very cheap, super low-key.

There was NO sign of him being loaded at ALL. He's an international student, and one day after we got to know each other better and were already dating for awhile, he started talking about how he is not allowed to work in this country. He looked like he was hinting at something, and then asked me if I knew how he was going to school here. Since I had not been close to an international student before, I just assumed that they used their savings, worked their way through it, or took out a loan (wow I feel poor now...).

Then I think about it more. He has an apartment to himself. Goes to school full time (an EXPENSIVE one at that!). Bought a brand new car when he came here a couple years back. Wtf? How is he affording all of this?

Then he dropped the ball that he was rich and his father pays for everything. I kinda just said "okay..." and forgot about it, because I actually kinda didn't believe him, but he thought I did. We never talked about the matter again.

Fast forward a couple of months, he says he needs help with something on his bank statement and asks me if I could help him. Of course I agreed and he showed me his bank statement. Y'all. When I saw the numbers I literally almost fell over. I asked him, "where did you get all of this money??"

And he said "I told you, from my Dad!" Then very lightly and nonchalantly tells me later on that his father is on the top 200 richest person's list in his entire country with a population of about 51 MILLION people.

To say I was shook was an understatement, but looking at him you would NEVER know. Some days he actually slightly resembles a homeless person (sorry babe, if you're reading this. It's only the days when you don't shower. 😅)

That being said: He never buys anything and I mean ANYTHING he does not need. He buys food, gas, and pays for rent and electricity. That's IT. I have to force him to buy new clothes if I think he needs them, and I have to let him know that sometimes spending money is necessary for fun. He always shops from outlet stores and would never pay more than $15 for jeans, and he has explicitly said that any shirt over $10 is not a shirt he would like to own.

He let his hair grow HALFWAY DOWN HIS BACK because he did not want to spend $30 to get it cut (he was actually growing it out to donate it, but he never realized he would have to spend money to have someone cut it). I ended up buying some supplies to cut it for him at home.

I just think it's a little crazy that he (technically his dad) is that loaded but he doesn't buy ANYTHING. His Dad would let him, for sure, and has expressed that, but he doesn't want to. To put things in perspective I have $2 and will spend every penny of it on whatever makes me happy at the time, and this man's dad casually sent him $100,000 the other day just for his basic life expenses for the year, and my dude doesn't spend an unnecessary penny.

He's admirable, he really is. He is the most down to earth person I have EVER met, and he happens to be the most loaded person I will most likely ever meet. I sometimes think he is a little too frugal, but we keep our accounts separate so it doesn't bother me.

Also he views his money he uses as his Dad's money, not money that he has earned the right to use. I hope if I ever have children that I can teach them to be this responsible and respectful 😊

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When I was a freshman in public highschool I went to this very popular girls bonfire at her parents large luxurious house in a ritzy neighborhood. Mom was a lawyer dad sold houses I believe.

Got drunk, my mom called me, I picked up and fucked up the lie I had told her previously that night as to where I would be. So my mom shows up in the big desiel farm truck ( I grew up on farm) starts walking down to the bonfire. Everyone is like "wtf?" Except for drunk me who is currently trying to flirt with a sophomore red head.

My mom (who is an intimidating woman) comes up to me takes my beer and shouts "I'm calling the fucking cops!"my mother regrets this bc a mass Exodus of drunk teens proceed to speed out of the neighborhood. Peeling tires and people shouting shit at my mom and I as I sit in the truck trying to disappear.

So the next couple semesters were awkward, popular girl (let's call her mandy) talks shit to everyone at school how I ruined her party and how butch my mom is. Idc what people said about me but my mom was going through divorce ATM and I wasn't taking that shit. So cut to sophomore year (Mandy's Junior) and we happen to have classes at the same old off campus career based facility at the same period.

Two incidents where I made popular girl lose her shit. I drove a little two seater truck and my two buddies would ride with me, one in the truck bed. Well buddy in the back of truck has a lb bag of Skittles, munching away and notices were right behind Mandy's new silver BMW X3.

One by one he lobs Skittles onto her cars roof, making a delightfully satisfying plink. I'm trying to hide my laughs when I see her window roll down and a waspy nasty look through her side mirror. I wave she rolls up her window rolling her eyes and pointed nose.

My friend in the back wasn't entirely entertained however and decided to take the biggest handful of Skittles he could manage and throws them at her car. My eyes tear up from hysterical laughter as a symphony of Skittle showers descended upon her X3 performing for us a most memorable ballad.

She flipped shit. Puts her car in park and gets out spitting curses at us faster than her mouth could allow. We're crying from hysteria at this point, which only makes her more angry. Wipe my eyes an notice lights green. Drive around her victoriously.

Second incident. I learned over the summer from my gear Head cousin that you can put a metal bb in a tire cap and screw it back on. It will slowly let the air out. So one morning before school I put some bbs in my pocket and wait until I'm at the off campus facility.

Facility was so old, I knew alot of the cameras didn't work and there were obvious blind spots. So I ask to use the restroom one day. Slip out like a ninja in to the parking lot and put it in her rear tire.

I told my buddies I had a surprise for them on the way back to the school. On the way back, I see Mandy's car coming up next to us on the road, rear tire flopping almost like it was trying to talk to her telling her to stop.

We all bust out laughing, making us obviously suspect. The look on her face was like that meme with the kid who is straining super fucking hard, veins and all, tears down her cheeks. She tells principal. I get called to his office. He said there's no proof I did it but he's damn sure I did,(he was a bro) I denied.

Later I found out my mom went ahead and paid for a new tire to avoid crayz lawyer mom reprecussion. She had money (divorce) and didn't want my buds parents to catch any shit, so I later confessed.

Worth every afternoon I had to spend hauling hay to the farm, occasionally chuckling out loud just to relish in the membrance of her face.
I still do to this day;)

Username: [deleted]

My story is crazy for the context at the time, but certainly nothing compared some of the stories here. Remember, "rich kid syndrome" is relative and income disparity happens at all levels of society.

I grew up in a one stoplight town (less than 2,500 people). This was one of those schools where some kids would drive a tractor to school (yes, this is real).

This was one of those towns that the people you met day one of first grade were the same people you were in class with for your entire twelve years and it rarely changed.

Students who were fortunate enough to have a car to drive to school were almost always driving the hand-me-down, rusted out beater car that was held together by bondo and wet leaves.

Anyway, freshman year of high school, a girl transfers in from one of the most affluent neighborhoods of the largest city in the county. Her parents owned multiple restaurants and this girl has never wanted anything in her life. As soon as she got her license, her parents gifted her a brand new Volkwagen Jetta.

This was the late 90's, precisely when the new Beetle came out and Volkswagen was suddenly all the rage. I remember distinctly when she walked into the band room, waving around her key fob and showing off how it has a "valet key" and things like that.

No other car in that parking lot, save maybe a teacher's, had a key fob and no one in my entire town would pay for valet parking. Within the first two weeks of her having her license, she crashes the car and totals it.

In my youthful envy, I remember taking a kind of inappropriate delight in her misfortune since she was driving a car worth more than pretty much everything in my entire house at the time.

However, that twinge of sick delight turned into rage when she rolled up to school the next day in another one. Yes...ANOTHER...BRAND...NEW...JETTA. They just replaced it for her. No problem. But wait, there's more.

She crashed that one within the month. She crashed and totaled two brand new cars within the first two months of having her license. THEN HER PARENTS BOUGHT HER A THIRD. Brand new. Absolutely zero consequences.

Bonus story: When I transferred schools my junior year of high school and encountered students who didn't grow up in one stoplight towns, some of them simply didn't understand that lower class people existed.

My go to example was when I was telling a story about walking down to the laundromat as a kid to buy candy from the vending machine and was interrupted by a girl asking what a laundromat was. When I explained that it was the place where my mom would do our laundry, she incredulously insisted that I was a liar.

She would not accept that I didn't have a washer and dryer in my house because "people don't live like that." So yeah, "rich kid syndrome" is completely relative. It's so easy to be completely out of touch with someone, even within the scope of a few thousand or few tens of thousands of dollars.

Username: Rustic_Dragon

I was 14 and this guy was 16 or 17 at the time. Along with his license he got a brand new Dodge charger. Which where the big thing around here.

I knew this guy was a spoiled piece of trash before hand but this is what rely sold it. He was trying to show off by drift the thing around a corner in the parking lot, and into a space.

He obviously had no idea what he was doing and bent the thing around a light post. Next day has another one. Does the same thing less than a weak later. He can be heard complaining because the second time his parents decided to give him his moms old car and bought her a new one instead.

A month later it was wrecked doing donuts. This time they just buy him a used car from a lot. He tries to drift again, and it is smashed into someones fender within 3 days.

This one is about 3 weeks later. I had dyed black hair to my waist, because emo phase. It looked ridiculous. He is sitting behind me in class and apparently decides to take a lighter to my hair.

The dye in my hair must have made things worse, and my whole head is engulfed in flames. Luckily it goes out easy, and there is no lasting damage.

Teacher asks who did it, and 3 hands point him out. teacher asks me to escort him to the principle, and than go next door to the nurse to make sure I am ok. I end up dragging him into a bathroom, throwing him down , and full nelson his face into the floor. I tell him that I am done with his shit.

I say if he pulls this kind of thing on me or anyone ells again, a few mutual friends of ours, and I, are going to see if we can make his face go through his new cars windshield. After that I take him to the principles, and go to the nurse.

Most of my hair survived, and there where only minor burns on my neck, and ear. our parents show up, and the police are called in. My mom says she wants to press charges.

He has been a dick, and a bully to so many people. My friend had even walked in on the guy making out with, and groping friends GF. she broke up with friend on the spot to be with this guy, and he told her he thought his girlfriend was hotter, and walks off. Point is I have no trouble getting a posse together who are ready to make his life hell if he starts messing with people again.

We never even have to do anything though. I don't know weather it was the threat of a lawsuit, or the bathroom thing but he treats me like his king for about 3 days after that.

That does not stop the posse. This is 3 week after he wrecked that used car. He had been bitching for the whole 3 weeks because his parents hadn't immediately bought him another one.

For the last few days his dad had been letting him use his Camaro while he was out of town. He has been very careful with it because he knows his dad will not be as nice about his own car getting messed up.

We get particularly worked up talking about the shit he has done to use during lunch, when someone shares the info about his fathers car with us.

The idiot has left the car unlocked and we end up smearing our left over lunch from a Mexican restaurant all over the interior. 2 days later we hear he has moved school and never see him again.

Years later I feel like crap for what we did to the car, but at the time I certainly felt like he deserved it.

Username: Vypernorad

Was doing a study abroad in China. There was an issue with the dorms, so they moved us into the campus hotel. Definitely an upgrade and also came with regular cleaning.

My roommate was a rich puke, silverspoon libertarian - possibly the richest person I've met. His dad was a literal brain surgeon in a big American city. His parents bought the house next door to theirs when the dude was a kid and let him live in it on his own. Had voice lessons from Usher that I would have to suffer through every morning as he could not take a shower without singing at the top of his lungs. Brought nothing but dryclean-only clothes packed across 5 suitcases and still looked like a hobo.
Anyway, on to the rich kid syndrome part.

At the time the exchange rate for Chinese RMB and US dollars was pretty sweet. He had so much of the money, that he would just wad it up in his pockets. Sometimes literally spilling out. Well, at the end of every day, he would come back to the room and just empty his pockets on the floor, just wads of money strewn about.

Since it was a hotel, the cleaning girls would come in and he never bothered to pick up the money. These poor girls would come clean our room, seeing a week's wages just crumpled up under some dirty jeans and peaking out from behind the nightstand. I felt like shit about it.

So I started "cleaning up" the room before the days the cleaning girls arrived. At first I too was a douche and used my ill gotten gains to have fun with my friends and party it up, but then Captain Fartsniffer doubled the ante on his rich kid antics.

He had been flirting with a girl who worked at a nearby restaurant, a girl who told us all she was 14. Well, he had a one night stand with her and she caught feelings as well as the dream of a wealthy foreign prince sweeping her away.

But he straight up ignored her. Would pretend he wasn't around when she came looking for him. Would make us go talk to her and say he was out. My friends and I were there to try to make her feel better, to pick up the pieces.

So I had an idea, I was going to take Douchenozzle's droppings and take the girl out with the whole group to have a good time. It became a regular thing, and eventually the hotel cleaning girls would go out with us too. At the end of the semester, we all had a big beach party with karoke and BBQ, courtesy of the fumblefuck.

Here was a dude that was so inconsiderate, he didn't see anything wrong with leaving money on the floor for his poor roommate and even poorer cleaners to dance around, a guy who thought he could act without consequence in throwing his money and dick around, but in the end, his obliviousness provided us all with good memories...well, except for him.

Epilogue:
A few month later, as we're all back at our home school, we decided we'd have regular get togethers and hang out. We'd usually order a couple of pizzas. After coming back, all of a sudden homeboy became scrouge. "Nah, I only had 3 slices, I only owe $6.37" That type of shit.

So I started flipping it on him like, "dude, you still owe me $0.32", "you gonna pay for that breadstick?", and my personal favorite, "that beer is $5 for you dude." Which would set him into a rage, but one time he really snapped. He went on about how I don't respect all he's achieved (lol), and about how I have no empathy for him.

At which point I lost my cool and let into him. Decided to tell him a bit about empathy and how his behavior was inconsiderate given the poverty of the people picking up after him, about how his behavior had hurt a young girl and he wasn't man enough to handle it himself, choosing to run and hide instead and letting us clean his mess up.

Then the kicker, I told him about the money, how we'd been living it up on his expense, treating the people he mistreated to a good time on his dime. I had added up every RMB and told him the exact amount I sweept off the floor.

"If only you had a shred of empathy, you'd still have your money." He tried to threaten me with going to the law, I knew he wouldn't though, because he knew I knew about his statutory rape and had people who would back me up. Fucking rich kids man. But fuck Chaz in particular.

Username: Agent00funk

When I was a freshman in public highschool I went to this very popular girls bonfire at her parents large luxurious house in a ritzy neighborhood.

Mom was a lawyer dad sold houses I believe. Got drunk, my mom called me, I picked up and fucked up the lie I had told her previously that night as to where I would be. So my mom shows up in the big desiel farm truck ( I grew up on farm) starts walking down to the bonfire.

Everyone is like "wtf?" Except for drunk me who is currently trying to flirt with a sophomore red head. My mom (who is an intimidating woman) comes up to me takes my beer and shouts "I'm calling the fucking cops!"my mother regrets this bc a mass Exodus of drunk teens proceed to speed out of the neighborhood.

Peeling tires and people shouting shit at my mom and I as I sit in the truck trying to disappear. So the next couple semesters were awkward, popular girl (let's call her mandy) talks shit to everyone at school how I ruined her party and how butch my mom is.

Idc what people said about me but my mom was going through divorce ATM and I wasn't taking that shit. So cut to sophomore year (Mandy's Junior) and we happen to have classes at the same old off campus career based facility at the same period.

Two incidents where I made popular girl lose her shit. I drove a little two seater truck and my two buddies would ride with me, one in the truck bed. Well buddy in the back of truck has a lb bag of Skittles, munching away and notices were right behind Mandy's new silver BMW X3.

One by one he lobs Skittles onto her cars roof, making a delightfully satisfying plink. I'm trying to hide my laughs when I see her window roll down and a waspy nasty look through her side mirror. I wave she rolls up her window rolling her eyes and pointed nose.

My friend in the back wasn't entirely entertained however and decided to take the biggest handful of Skittles he could manage and throws them at her car. My eyes tear up from hysterical laughter as a symphony of Skittle showers descended upon her X3 performing for us a most memorable ballad.

She flipped shit. Puts her car in park and gets out spitting curses at us faster than her mouth could allow. We're crying from hysteria at this point, which only makes her more angry. Wipe my eyes an notice lights green. Drive around her victoriously.

Second incident.
I learned over the summer from my gear Head cousin that you can put a metal bb in a tire cap and screw it back on. It will slowly let the air out. So one morning before school I put some bbs in my pocket and wait until I'm at the off campus facility.

Facility was so old, I knew alot of the cameras didn't work and there were obvious blind spots. So I ask to use the restroom one day. Slip out like a ninja in to the parking lot and put it in her rear tire.

I told my buddies I had a surprise for them on the way back to the school. On the way back, I see Mandy's car coming up next to us on the road, rear tire flopping almost like it was trying to talk to her telling her to stop. We all bust out laughing, making us obviously suspect.

The look on her face was like that meme with the kid who is straining super fucking hard, veins and all, tears down her cheeks. She tells principal. I get called to his office. He said there's no proof I did it but he's damn sure I did,(he was a bro) I denied. Later I found out my mom went ahead and paid for a new tire to avoid crayz lawyer mom reprecussion.

She had money (divorce) and didn't want my buds parents to catch any shit, so I later confessed. Worth every afternoon I had to spend hauling hay to the farm, occasionally chuckling out loud just to relish in the membrance of her face.
I still do to this day;)

Sorry for so much long, very first Reddit post ever so sorry if I didn't follow so sort of rule or some shit, also wrote out of mobile so sorry if misspelled.

Username: [deleted]

I am a high school teacher. Earlier this year I was substitute (supply) teaching. The school, while in a small Canadian city, is middle-upper class. Most students have no financial struggles here.

One day I’m subbing in an English 20 class and the topic of the day was Beowulf and hero stories/epics. As I am going through the prepared slide show that was left for me, I come upon a slide about the villains in these stories.

This one specifically was about the “dragon who hoards a pile of gold”, keeping the villagers poor and wishing they had a hero to save them. I immediately recalled a meme I saw recently that had a picture of a gold surrounded dragon saying we used to kill these things (there’s a connection to billionaires implied).

I decide to pose this philosophical question to my students, “Why is this seen as evil but billionaires can amass more money than some countries, and people let them?”

Well, Rich Kid in the back immediately starts to laugh, and yells, “So what you just think you’re entitled to someone else’s money!? They get to work hard and rise up only for you to come take the money they earn!?”

I restate myself, “Some people have more money than small countries. These are the people I am referring to. Billionaires. Right now amazon employees are striking to get fair pay and the owner of the company is the richest man on Earth. His employees should get enough money to live.”

Rich Kid laughs again, this time his fellow rich kids join, “Maybe people should get a different job!!” More laughter.

I reply, “That’s not really how it works. People can’t just quit jobs and grab another one.” He then looks me deadass in the eye and says, “How old are you even?” And breaks out in laughter again.

That was my breaking point. I’m 24, have had my teaching degree for three years now. Didn’t sign up for kids to mock my age today. It’s hard enough being a young female teacher around teens who don’t see any authority in you yet.

I let them know that we are stopping here. I sit and try to calm down, I’m very rattled by these teens. Rich Kid and friends keep laughing in the back and repeating how stupid these people must be to not get better jobs.

But Bellophire? How do you know he’s a Rich Kid? The next day while subbing again, I was parking my car behind an Audi R7. The driver of that car then stepped out. It was that damn kid who mocked me in class the day before. Here he is stepping out of his 5-digit car, while I finish parking my $2000 lemon. I had an epiphany.

Rich Kid thinks I was talking about Mommy/Daddy’s money. Didn’t really even care to understand the amount of money I was talking about.

But it didn’t end all bad: Now typically, when you leave a bad review for a teacher after subbing they don’t respond, or acknowledge it in any way. So I don’t always. But this was BAD. So I let his teacher know.

The next day I’m in the same school, and his hard-ass teacher made Rich Kid and friends apologize to my face one by one. And reported them to the admin. So you know, that’s a plus. (Shout out to hard-asses everywhere)

So even if that meant nothing to them, at least they had to suffer through it. And that’s enough for me.

Username: Bellophire

I knew a very very wealthy middle Easterner. The amount of "rich kid" things he did was unreal. This was in college.

Before I even knew this dude, everyone knew about the person who parked their Mercedes G63 AMG in the loading zone outside the business school every day. Literally, every day. And every day, he got a ticket. Everyone knew about this dude because he was getting a parking ticket literally every day and just didn't care.

Fast forward to when I know him, he has totalled the G63, and was being punished by his father. His punishment was having his G63 (130k+) replaced with an E550 (65k) and losing his monthly allowance. His fucking "allowance" was $5,000 a month.

Now it was $2,000 a month. He was just waiting until he graduated when his dad would give him his graduation present. He was getting a Mercedes GT AMG (130k) and a speed boat. His dad bought his brother a small yacht for his graduation the year before).

He also tried to outsource all his homework to a group in Boston who had gotten him a 3.8 at ASU for around $10,000 a year. Didn't work when he transferred to our school. Professor could tell whoever wrote it wasn't in the class.

Along with that, he was literally always fucked up on Xanax when he managed to show up to class. He would stumble in, sit down in the back of class, and obviously had no idea what was going on. Literally he was delirious half of the time.

Once he realized that he needed someone that was actually in the classes to do his essays, he started offering me hundreds of dollars to write them.

He also almost got kicked out of the school because (living on campus) he decided to hot box his whole dorm. When the RA inevitably smelled the smell of a whole room hotbox, they called security and he was in pretty serious trouble.

His solution? Ignore all of the notices about upcoming meetings with the school administration and police. He just wouldn't show up and managed to keep this going for weeks.

Eventually it got too serious and he had to have his dad fly in, talk to a very high up member of the administration, and make a very generous donation to the school. His problem seemed to go away after that...

Smoking with him was cool though. In the dispensary by us, they used to sell those high quality joints dipped in hash oil rolled in kief. He would spend $110 every single night on 8 of those joints and would basically proceed to smoke nonstop for the rest of the night and just plow through the joints.

He would try to bribe me hundreds of dollars to just do stupid shit. Run into the ocean at night with all my clothes on and swim 200 yds out and back for $300.

I wouldn't do it because it was almost like he got off on negotiating and trying to convince me to do these genuinely pointless acts. They could be as simple as walk to the top of that tall hill over there.

He was nice enough though, once offered to fly me out to his Mansion complex in his home country (or his extremely high end apartment in London, my choice) and demanded that I bring no money. He insisted on paying for everything. I didn't take him up on it because he ended up getting kicked out of school at the end of the year.

I'm sure there are more things that I can't remember, this guy was unreal.

Username: Lr217

My ex-roommate’s friend. Let’s call her Mary. Mary and her brother were both spoiled rotten. The only story I really heard about the brother was that one time he refused to go to school because he couldn’t find his favorite hairbrush. He had plenty of hairbrushes, but couldn’t find his FAVORITE one.

Mary’s parents would drive 3+ hours every weekend to our college so she could go home for the weekend. One time when her parents came to visit, a major gas pipe busted and there was a huge gas crisis. Basically nobody could get gas.

Her parents started getting worried because they didn’t have enough gas to get home or even back to the college after driving Mary and my ex-roommate to the mall.

Mary took this time to yell at her parents about how they needed to go back inside the mall to buy her things and how they owed her money because she had to buy her own gas once.

But here’s the most interesting story: my ex-roommate and I decided to live off-campus our 2nd year of college. We were originally looking at a 4 bedroom apartment, so we extended an invitation to Mary and another friend.

The other friend ended up moving away and Mary declined our offer, saying she wanted to live on-campus. My ex-roommate and I decided on a 3 bedroom student apartment (with individual leasing. We could request a 3rd roommate, but ultimately the complex put whoever they wanted in that 3rd room).

Even at that time, we were told that if we didn’t sign a lease by the end of the week that we likely wouldn’t get an apartment. Fast forward to 6 months later, it’s time to pick living arrangements for the next semester. Students are divided into groups and given a time/date of when they need to select their rooms.

Mary was dead set on wanting a single room in an upperclassmen dorm. There were options available, but she couldn’t make up her mind, so she waited. Those dorms filled up and she ended up in a double (sharing with one other person).

She threw a FIT. She had her mom call my apartment complex to see if they had filled the 3rd room yet in my apartment. They told her no. The leases had all been taken, but they hadn’t assigned roommates yet.

Mary then went to my ex-roommate and told her that if we didn’t request her to be our 3rd roommate that she was going to kill herself. I shut that shit down real quick. I called the apartment complex and gave them an ear full about giving out my information and told them the situation.

They put a note on mine and my ex-roommates accounts to not give out our information without prior consent. Even my ex-roommates mom was glad I did that, but didn’t want to make her daughter cut off Mary so her daughter can make her own decisions.

When Mary realized she wasn’t going to get a lease, she had her parents go to the disability office and bully them into kicking someone out of their single dorm and letting Mary in. Despite lacking documentation, the office did just that. I’m almost certain the parents bribed the school.

My friendship with my ex-roommate became very strained after that. She let Mary treat her like shit because she was afraid Mary would kill herself if my ex-roommate stood up to her.

My ex-roommate agreed not to bring Mary to our apartment, but quickly broke that agreement. It caused a big argument and destroyed my friendship with my ex-roommate.

I grew up around domestic abuse and her friendship with Mary was very triggering to me (and she knew that). We didn’t speak a word to each other for months despite living together.

Username: sarah_the_intern

I was a camp counselor for girls 11-12. One girl had parents who waited on her hand and foot. It was a week long camp, she packed enough for a month, and her parents hauled it in to the dorms for her while she played on her phone.

I tried to be leader-ly and make it clear that while I am the counselor, I am also a fun person, but rules are rules and I do have to enforce them.

We were to make sure the girls went to bed at a certain time to account for them and make sure they got enough sleep. The first night we aren’t too strict on making them go to bed because we get it- it’s exciting, you’re making new friends, whatever.

So they’re exhausted the next day having stayed up all night watching tv and talking. So while they’re doing an activity we took the remote batteries from every room, knowing which rooms were the problem rooms but our camp leader insisted on equality.

So, no tv. The spoiled girl took the batteries out of the electronic game we had built and put them in the remote. So we took the remote because they wouldn’t go to bed, explaining again in no uncertain terms that they are to go to sleep.

Find out they’re still awake an hour later because they’re using the buttons on the tv. We took the hdmi cable and bid them goodnight. She was the ring leader, but now we had 6 pissy tween girls on our hands.

During meals we have to account for them, so we count like every 5 minutes. They aren’t supposed to leave the lunch room because 1. We’re on a college campus and they’re fawning over boys twice their age which is obnoxious for anyone and 2. we’ve told them they’ll get to stop at the mini mart on campus twice during the week, so don’t wander off.

Lo and behold, the spoiled girl took some of her new friends with her to the mini mart and bought snacks. We lectured them. They rolled their eyes.

That night, we can’t find ten of the girls. There are vending machines in the dorms, but not on the floor the girls are on, and they were told day 1 not to leave the floor we were staying on without a counselor. We find them at the vending machine with the spoiled girl leading the way. I think we sent everyone to bed early that night because of it.

This one spoiled brat started all the girls wandering off all week until our camp coordinator told them that they’d all go home, every single one of them, if it happened again. We’re accountable for them, and responsible for their safety, and we don’t want to have to explain to their parents that their bull-headed kid wandered off and *we can’t find them.*

The final day of the camp (my nerves were shot, I wanted to send the girl home after the vending machines, she did whatever she wanted and had zero respect for anyone and the other girls mimicked her thinking she was “cool”) she hasn’t packed up and I can’t leave until she’s packed up and out of her dorm room, with the key returned to me.

Her parents *finally* show up and proceed to pack for her and carry her shit out to their car, while she plays on her phone.

Everyone else was out an hour before she was. That was one of the most mentally taxing weeks of my life. I didn’t take the job offer the next summer. You can’t pay me enough to do that shit and not be able to dole out consequences.

Username: deadpools-unicorn

My family and I went to a tourist resort in Colombia and the attractions had fairly long waiting lines. So me, my wife and our 14 year old daughter were lined up to ride a western themed train/roller coaster.

Almost right in front of us was a gaggle or Arab women with one girl and three boys of between six to ten years.

The Arab women were in their early twenties and they had their (I guess) Philippine nanny with them. Her comparably cheap dress and shoes made her really stand out from that crowd.

From the print on the shirt of one of the boys I guess that group was from the United Arab Emirates and clothes, accessories, shoes and cell phone screamed "stinking rich".

In my time I've seen a few unruly kids. The little girl was shy and sweet, but the three boys were havoc unleashed and totally out of control. Utter unadulterated sith spawn.

Screaming, running around, bumping mercilessly into bystanders without any courtesy while the Arab women (at least one must have been the mother) didn't give a damn about it. No, the nanny had to deal with it, but it was clear that she was totally out of control as well.

When she got a call on her cell, she picked up and from the way she talked it must have been with family or a loved one from the way she behaved.

The oldest kid came over with a smirk, kicked her in the shin, pried the cell phone out of her hands and must have flat out hung up the call out of spite.

For the next 20 minutes until their turn to enter the roller coaster wagons the nanny tried to get her phone back. Obviously she wasn't allowed to give the kid the deserved smacking or could use loud and stern words. From the looks of it she wasn't even allowed to touch the brats.

So it was a constant silent pleading, while that spoiled brat gleefully thumbed through her phone, making sure to keep it tantalizingly out of her reach and on several occasions he even tossed it to one of the other kids, who (luckily) managed to catch it without dropping it.

When the line had moved up the female roller coaster attendant gestured the gaggle of them into the first car. Four seats each. Three women and the little girl into the first car. The three hellspawn boys and the nanny into the next car.

That left one of the UAE ladies. She hopped into the next car, but started screaming when the roller coaster attendant tried to seat a young Colombian couple and their daughter with her. She was furiously tattering off in Arab, spit flying and gesturing wildly, making clear that she wouldn't sit with them in the same car.

The female roller coaster attendant only argued once with her in Spanish, basically told her to sit down and shut up or to get the f\*\*\* out of the car.

The whole crowd in line started cat-calling and clapping when the roller coaster attendant sternly pointed them all to the door. They Arab ladies kept arguing with the boys throwing a tantrum, but then security showed up guided them out. Not just out of the attraction, but out of the park as we could see during our own ride.

The icing on the cake? The nanny's face when she stepped out of the wagon. The hint of a satisfied grin was hard to miss. Finally someone had stood up to that entitled pack and that must have made her day.

Username: DocToska

This might not be exactly what OP is looking for here, but I think it’s relevant, nonetheless. My younger self *is* my example. My family wasn’t exactly “rich” by most standards, and many of my friends were probably had far worse “rich kid syndrome” than I did, but I definitely still had a form of it.

I honestly never understood that people had legitimate struggles, legitimate possibilities of not being able to pay their bills, or that their normal way of life could be threatened. I always just assumed things worked out, somehow, no matter what.

I grew up thinking I was poor... honestly thought we lived on the low end of the economic spectrum. I thought there was no one poorer than us.

My parents owned 2 homes (rented one out); we lived in a beautiful neighborhood in the nice area of town; we always had the same amount of cars as drivers; my sisters shared a room when they were little but only so my dad could have an office, and once they were a little older we all had our own rooms; we always had full bellies and home cooked meals; and each kid got around 25 gifts on Christmas (most were small, but still).

I heard my parents get worried about money from time to time but I always assumed everything worked out for everyone because it always worked out for us.

It never affected our lives - nothing ever changed, not even our annual family reunions, which had to have costed upwards of 5000 a trip. This, coupled with the schools we went to made me think the way I did.

My parents paid for 3 kids to go a private school that costed around 15,000 a year, per kid. The caliber of people around us is what made me feel poor.

We went to Bishop Gorman high school in Las Vegas. They have the best sports teams and sporting amenities in the country, and were supported by the most powerful families in Las Vegas, so anyone who was anyone sent their kids there.

A lot of celebrities would move to Vegas just to send their kids there so they could be groomed into professional athletes. It’s crazy how many pro athletes come from that school.

Everyone around me was millionaires or billionaires. I never really knew anyone poorer than I was because our elementary school was on the same caliber as our high school.

I realize now that we were actually upper-middle class. My parents were on the 6-figures spectrum. The only reason my parents ever *did* have money concerns was because of the importance they put on our education and how much they paid for it.

It wasn’t until fucking *college* that I realized how wrong and truly ignorant I was. I saw that *most* people were less fortunate than me.

It fucking blew my mind! It was like opening a door you never even knew was there, that exposed a whole other section of your house. It really made me realIze how easy it is to be ignorant of other people’s struggles.

You could be a perfectly decent person and still be literally incapable of even realizing you’re ignorant of someone’s differences and/or hardships.

Username: Butler-of-Penises

I have 2 rich kid experiences both from when I’d first started sixth form when I was 16.

So I ended up at the same sixth form with a lot of my friends from high school, but we all made different friends in our classes and brought them into the group.

So there was this girl that we became friends with, let’s call her Gem, so anyways, it’s Gems birthday at the start of the school year and she says her parents are letting her have a party at her house, and she invited everyone from the friend group and a quite a lot of people from her other classes, so there’s me thinking this party is gonna be super cramped, it didn’t even occur to me that her family might have money, since this wasn’t like the richest of schools to go to.

Now Gem and I had taken to walking home together after classes had finished for the day and one day we’re walking our usual route only to find that there were a ton of roadworks going on.

Gem stops and spends a good minute or two looking at the road signs and then says something about her trust fund getting a bit bigger, obviously me being confused I laugh and ask what she means, she then goes on to explain that her grandfathers company manufactures a lot of the road signs that the councils used at the time, in fact her grandfather had insisted they be called Gem signs, I had never knew why they had the word Gem imprinted on the backs of the signs.

For every sign used, the company gained money, a small percentage of which went straight into Gems trust fund.

So I was thinking surely there can’t be that much money in that, and I shrug it off and forget about it for a few weeks. Then comes the day of the party and everyone goes to her house, like and behold, she lives in the biggest house I’d ever seen, it had 4 tennis courts and everything, and that’s how I learned that the girl was already a millionaire at the age of 16.

Second story, (this one is a lot shorter, I promise) again this was another person that had joined our friend group at the same school, I don’t actually remember his name, so we’ll just call him Carl.

So anyway Carl was ill one day, and my friend Dan and I were in his psychology class, so he asked us to bring him the homework so he could keep up with the workload. So we agree and he gives us his address.

It’s a part of town that neither of us had ever been to, but it was only about 20 minutes away from where I lived, so we made our way there and found this huge house, it had its own stables and tennis court.

There’s this woman riding a horse by the stables. She stops and asks if she can help us when she spots us looking very lost and confused.

So we say we’re looking for Carl, and she tells us to knock on the main door and Trevor would show us his room. So we knock on and this butler answers the door and shows us to his room.

Carl takes us on a tour of the family mansion (INDOOR POOL ROOM INCLUDED!!!) and we notice a lot of stuff is packed in boxes, he tells us they’re moving to a bigger place with an outdoor pool and a bigger stables because their mansion is not big enough (bear in mind it was literally just this kid and his parents and the handful of staff).

Username: You_just_never_know

One of my cousins grew up with her mom (my aunt) working like three jobs just to make ends meet. Her dad was in jail for like 25 years because he's kind of a piece of shit.

This girl could usually get what she wanted by crying and screaming, provided her mom could still put food on the table and a roof over their heads after the purchase.

Unfortunately the things she wanted tended to be animals, so their expenses would go up every time she threw a tantrum for a new pet. She had over a dozen birds, a few chincillas, three dogs, bunch of fish, but she made her mom take care of them all, *around work*.

She grew up with her mom peeling all her fruit for her and shelling her shrimp and deboning all her meats, so she never even bothered to learn to fucking eat properly.

For example, her mom once bought a box of mangos for them to enjoy, but was too busy to cut them up or whatever, so she just left them on the counter for anyone to eat if they wanted one.

But her daughter never learned to peel a mango or even how to eat an unpeeled mango (how she couldn't just figure it out I don't know, you just have to peel it with your hands/teeth like a monkey, shit), and her son just wasn't a mango kinda guy, so they went bad.

My now-SIL was visiting the day they realized they were no good anymore, and was treated to the spectacle of this bratty grown-ass woman screaming at her mom for "wasting all this food" by *not peeling it for her*.

Her poor mother just stood there and took it because that's basically how they lived: the mom would provide everything and *do* everything, but if she failed in any way, like being completely exhausted and expecting her adult daughter to be a fucking adult, she would get yelled at for her supposed failings as a parent.

This shit cousin of mine is now married and I'm honestly surprised she married a vegan, considering how utterly incompetent she is with something as simple as peeling some goddamn fruit.

Her husband works longer hours than she does, so she's in charge of food, so sometimes I wonder if she just orders delivery every damn day or something. S

he always wants to tag along when her mom goes on vacation (with *my* parents) but she won't share a room with her mom, no.

She expects her mom to always room with my parents so she can enjoy the vacation with her husband, so the other married couple can't even have some private time for intimacy or just being a couple while they're on a vacation they fucking planned.

She yelled at my mother for doing laundry with her own detergent at an Airbnb and treated my dad like shit. She's so oblivious to how shitty she is that she doesn't understand why he now refuses to help her with home improvement projects.

Her brother is a far more decent person, but he's also a recluse. His dad's family bullied him pretty bad after his grandma died (they blamed him, a teenager at the time, for her death because in the absence of his father he was expected to be head of the household or something), and my oldest aunt on that side is a relentless bitch who loved to bully him too, so he's got an intense aversion to extended family.

Username: Shryxer

A friend of mine pretty much embodies this. Not going into too many details but they have plenty of money that his dad sails around the world for fun and when his boat runs out of gas he pays for a seaplane to come out and fill it up. They also have a mansion in an island that is fully staffed.

On to the guy. We will call him F. F got kicked out of his college because he got caught vandalizing some stuff.

He also got caught selling weed but since his mom is a lawyer and they have money that wasn't an issue. So his parents get their friends who own a company to take him on "as an intern" at their company while he takes courses at the local university.

Thing is, this is great experience in a technical shop. All of our friends knew he was in just an internship and getting paid accordingly but he went around as if he was making bank.

Which it sure might have seemed like to him considering is parents were paying for him to rent a 3 bedroom house, a lease on a new car, got him a gas card, pay all of his utilities, and gave him money weekly for food. So any salary he got from that company was fun money.

He will go around making fun of poor people. "I just don't get how much of a bum you have to be to not pay your bills." He would have this way about him when he discussions on life and responsibilities came up like he has it all down and understands everything.

Yet every time he got in a bind he would call his parents for money. He also isn't the most attractive guy in the world. Quite far from it actually. So he struggled with girls in this aspect along with his overall "douche" vibe.

He would constantly drop in lines like "so I was sailing on my family's yacht last summer..." or "at my family's house in XYZ island..." as an attempt to not so subtly inject into the conversation that he comes from money.

This usually failed pretty hard because that level of "LOOK AT ME!" came across pretty desperate but it has had to have worked in the past.

He got a dui and hid it from his parents by pulling money to pay for it from his trust account or whatever chunk of money they had saved for him.

Every time he has messed up in his life his parents have saved his ass. He literally has no clue what it is like to have to earn something. Want a new $2,000 gun just because even though you make peanuts?

No problem, pull it out of the trust. Destroy your college career because you are an irresponsible jackass?

No problem he is a dream opportunity at a company of our friends while we pay for all of your expenses in a major city. Need a new car because you totaled the other one driving drunk? Here is a brand new one.

Don't feel like working at the company because you want to go on vacation? No problem, tell mommy's friend you are going on vacation and won't need to be paid for 6 months and his job is there when he gets back.

I mean don't get me wrong. I wish I had that financial backing behind me. I am just very glad that I have learned the value in things and the value in hard work. This kid is the definition of affluence.

Username: BeachBum09

I got a scholarship to go to a pretty fancy boarding school for the last 3 years of high school. I spent my final year there as the Student Head of the Boarders which meant that I was a liaison between the faculty, boarding staff and the students and the students knew they could come to me with any issues they had.

The teachers also knew that they could count on me to help them talk sense into particularly ridiculous students. Or find runaways/out late partying before anyone important noticed.

There were allllll kinds of mega rich kids at this school and was a dumping ground for the offspring of the uber rich. I actually felt pretty sorry for a number of them as they had been in boarding schools since the age of 5. Why have kids?

Any way, this new student shows up mid-year, 13 years old, but looks 18 and also looks like J-lo and knows it. She is a little brat and is used to getting her way.

She works her magic on all the boys and soon had her own little gang on site that would do her homework, skip class with her etc. She was patience zero for the rash of detentions that were suddenly being issued left right and center.

One day one of her teachers asked her to stay after class to talk about missing work, the student slapped the teacher. I'm not talking a wimpy kid slap either, she left a mark.

The school called the girls parents and I found out that this was the 4th boarding school this girl had been to in the last couple of years.

The teachers asked me to spend some time talking to her trying to see what I could find out and see if there was anything we could do to help her because she was a back chat away from being kicked out.

So I find her in the library with her little gang of mean girls and hormone addled lads and ask to talk to her.

She explained to me that it was really all very simply, as a member of the Royal Family in Saudi Arabia she was so filthy rich that she didn't need school and would never ever need to work.

That there was a Ferrari with a chauffeur, a stable full of horses and all of her "actual" friends waiting for her back home and that she was just going to keep acting out until her parents caved in and let her return home.

Her parents seemed to think sending her away from home instead of dealing with problem would solve everything.

When her mother arrived later in the week to try and stop her from being expelled as she had ceased going to class altogether and was generally being a toxic cloud to anyone that went near her, she full on slapped her mother in front of myself, the principle of the school and the head of the boarding staff.

She was gone the next day. I also met the grandson of some major politician from Mexico who was INSANE.

A girl from Oman who was sent away to prevent an unwanted marriage proposal (she was actually super sweet), and then your general super rich sprogs of the English Upper Class. Lovely bunch.

Username: Dreamsong_Druid

A few jobs back, someone in another department hired this fuckwad of an intern.

We get a class of interns every summer. They make $15-$18/hr and they are laid off at the end of the summer in the nicest possible way (goodbye luncheon, remarks from executives etc). It's very clear how the system works. We even have a row of cubicles dedicated to interns.

All of them are pretty normal except one whom I shall call "Chad."

Chad walks in wearing fucking sunglasses into a cubicle farm. He's wearing a french cuff shirt, a really loud pinstripe suit and he claimed to anyone within hearing distance, repeatedly, that his shoes were John Lobb and custom made for his feet. He also carries a briefcase which is funny since he will never bring work home.

Chad's first run-in with the real world came when he replaced his admittedly shitty office chair with a full back leather chair. No dice, Chad. We had chair drama a few years back. Now everyone gets the same chair issued by HR. He got away with that one for about a week and a half.

He also came in super early every day. Why? Because there was one parking space immediately to the right of the reserved executive spaces. People didn't like parking there because it, at first glance, looked like it was also a reserved spot. But he'd gobble it up every morning.

He'd stand near the men's room if he even sensed an exec was headed that way so he could try to engage in light hearted banter with people far above his station.

End of summer rolls around and Chad is fucking furious the morning of his goodbye luncheon. He, apparently, walked into his boss's office and asked if he should start at the next time the following day. His boss, who by the way, was someone in HR who would coordinate farming the interns out to managers around the company, reminded him that it was his last day, internship over, all done, young man.

Chad was pissed because he had been "networking" and "raising his stock" during the summer and was livid he wasn't being offered a full time position. When she asked him if he had applied for a single job posting the answer was "no."

Applying for jobs was beneath him, you see. We were just supposed to make him a full time employee on sight. And probably something above entry level, if I had to take a guess.

So Chad goes back to the cubicle farm, stands up a la "Oh Captain My Captain" and yells, and I do mean yells, to his fellow interns that they cannot stand to be treated this way. He's leading a walk out!

Chad jumps from his desk and storms right out the front door. Absolutely nobody follows him. There is some shock.

There is some laughter. Then everyone goes right back to whatever they were doing. I wish I had been outside to see Chad standing there. I wonder how long he stood there waiting for the legion of followers to come out.

He got the last laugh, though, little fucker works for a hedge fund.

Username: TheFire_Eagle

My roommate my freshman year at college had the trifecta of being rich, being a preacher's daughter, and being black. I am absolutely not racist but her being black is important because down here in the deep south that combination creates a special kind of bougie.

She thought she was better than me because she was rich, and obviously rich black people work much harder and are smarter and have more skills than white people.

And she thought she was better than other black kids because was "educated". Keep in mind we were all college freshman, so really she just meant she was used to a higher standard of living than the rest of us poor trash, black or white.

The day we moved into the dorms she and her mother spent hours decorating our 10x15 room. She brought her own bed, dresser, desk, lamps, ottomans, etc and pitched a fit when she was told most of it wouldn't fit in the room and she had to send it home.

That first night our floor had a big get-together/meeting with the RAs, and my roommate asked our RA what days the maids came.

When she was told there were no maids she was genuinely confused about who was supposed to clean her room. She tried to stage a coup and get all the other girls on our floor to complain and protest until the dorm hired maids for us.

When that didn't work she tried to get us all to pitch in and pay for a maid ourselves. Obviously that didn't work out either.

In stereotypical preacher's daughter fashion she proceeded to get blind drunk every single weekend and was taken to the ER *twice* in six weeks.

What finally broke her was the alarm clock issue. She would literally never get up in the morning and turn off her alarm clock.

She missed her morning class every single day because she slept through her alarm. It wasn't usually a big deal, it was just annoying to have to listen to her alarm constantly beeping while I was getting ready in the morning, but one day I'd had enough.

When her alarm went off I got up, shook her awake and told her alarm was buzzing and I was turning it off. I got ready for class and left. When I got out of class I had an angry text message telling me I had no right to be on her side of the room going through her stuff, and complain that she had missed her class because of me.

I reminded her that I had woken her up and explained what I was doing, and she yelled at me for not waking her up "the right way/the way my mama does it". When I got back to the dorm she was angrily packing up her stuff while our RA supervised.

Neither of them said a word to me and I thought I might be in trouble, but they just left. The next day I found out she was actually getting kicked out of the dorm for all the drinking, and that she was flunking out of school too. I never got another roommate and had the whole room to myself for the rest of the year.

Username: spider_party

This is way late, and pretty wordy, so I doubt anyone will see it, but it's worth writing out anyway.

I used to know a trust fund kid in college. He was overall a pretty good guy and showed a lot of "old-money" class about 90% of the time.

But there were a few occasions where his sheltered and privileged life was a glaring drawback. Almost all related to business dealings.

The most notable came after he was diagnosed with a health condition that required a lot of doctor's visits and expensive testing/followup.

He didn't want his illness to start draining his trust fund in his early 20s, so he decided to get a job for the sole benefit of the health insurance. (a very prudent decision) My wife was a manager at a bank and figured he'd fit in pretty well as a banker, and got him a job at another branch.

Despite being perfectly capable, he only lasted about 9 months, because the culture shock of a full-time job was just too much for him. He never grasped things like organizational hierarchy. If someone wasn't as smart as him, he didn't feel the need to answer to them, regardless of their title or position or tenure.

He felt like his complaints and issues should go directly to the highest ranked member of any team. He couldn't accept criticism or direction from mid-level managers or even senior managers if he didn't respect them.

But the deal killer was he never learned any work ethic. Poor dude could NOT punch a clock to save his life.

He burned through his PTO almost immediately, so when the rest of his family decided to take a 2 week trip overseas, and his boss denied his vacation request. (mind you, this was less than a year into his first real job) they just could NOT understand why it was a problem. He kept saying "If I'm out of PTO, why don't they just not pay me for the two weeks."

He just couldn't figure out that they were relying on him to fulfill the actual job responsibilities of that position, and that bringing someone in from another branch was an unacceptable compromise. He withdrew his vacation request, worked until just before his trip and gave his 2 weeks notice.

He spent the next few years mostly unemployed. Got involved with a startup and lost \~$30k thinking he was a partner in a company (in an industry for which he possessed no knowledge, experience or skills).

Then he got himself overextended by having almost all of his assets tied up in real estate deals after he got his realtor's license. He seems to be doing okay now, as a realtor/house flipper, but who really knows.

I DO know that I look to him as a perfect example of how people with means can take risks and absorb failures that decimate the average person. A multi-million dollar safety net can make up for a lot of "stupid".

Username: MFWicantusername

I know a girl who just thinks her parents will just buy her everything and she doesn’t have to work for it. She’s been like this her whole life.

The problem is, as she has gotten older (34) now she doesn’t understand she has to put forth any effort to attractive a male. She’s hasn’t had a boyfriend since college so about 12-13 years since, but has wanted to get married this whole time.

She literally just thinks her parents will buy her a husband. Not like a Russian male order husband, but her parents keep buying her nicer cars, houses and even a horse (we’ll get to that later) to hopefully attract a man.

She’s so lazy she doesn’t even think she has to flirt with men or just go out in public to even be seen by anyone to even possibly be hit on.

She barely leaves the house. She works from home (daddy basically got her the job), she orders all her food from UberEats delivery (daddy pays) and everything else like home supplies through Amazon (also daddy pays.)

So about three years ago when she actually went out in public for once, she met a guy at a bar who lives in California. She was living in Iowa at the time. They had a one stand, they exchange numbers and that was about it.

In her crazy mind, this guy was now her boyfriend and future husband. She up and moved to the Phoenix area because it was the closest place she could find a job that was anywhere near him. He lives in a remote ski town in California that’s still about 800 miles away from Phoenix.

But in her mind it was right next door. Her parents bought her a brand new home, new car, helped her find a job and she just though he would pack up his things and just move in with her in Phoenix.

Keep in mind though, this whole time she’s barely in any communication with this guy at all. Maybe a few texts here and there every few weeks but they aren’t in a relationship at all. She just made up she was dating him.

She then completely changed her hobbies to match his. He’s an outdoorsy, hunter, rancher, horse riding, ski bum type. She’s an avid indoorswoman who is the palest person you have ever seen in Arizona and I think has watched everyone on Netflix possible... twice.

So she gets her parents to buy her a horse they shipped down from Oregon just so she can pretend to ride it and take pictures with it so she can post them on Instagram in the hopes he will see the horse.

She thinks he’ll just suddenly fall in love with her because of this horse. Of course the parents pay for the boarding of the horse as well.

Long story short, she spent the next three years just taking photos of the horse hoping he would contact her. Nothing ever happened at all.

But he will “like” a post of her’s on Instagram or Facebook and she thinks it’s a sign he’s going to contact her any day and they get married. The whole thing is insane. She’s even convinced her parents they are dating this whole time but they have never met him.

Her parents are paying about $10k a month to keep her afloat with the mortgage, car payments, horse costs, and online shopping. She actually makes around only $50k in her job.

Username: SquirtBurt

I’m a flight instructor. One day I get a call from a potential student that would like to receive flight training for him and his son. He made it clear that he was a doctor.

So being a contractor flight instructor, I worked for 2 flight schools and ran my own program at an aeroclub.

So hey tell me that I had to drive to the airport, fly the plane to an airport that’s closer to them and then fly my way back.

Well I told them that I have no problem with that if they’re willing to pay for the plane and my time getting there and back on top of flight instruction.

They said no problem. So turns out they wanted to do it every Saturday a 2 hour lesson for the father and a 2 hour lesson for the son.

Normally this wouldn’t be a problem if the students come to meet me at the airport however, I would have to block my schedule off for 6 hours (2-2hr lessons and the flight there and back for a total of 6 hours) on a Saturday which happens to be the busiest days for flight instructors since that’s when everyone can fly.

Then, at this other airport I was working at i would have to block myself off one hour to get to the other airport and an hour back to get back so for this particular school i would have to block myself off the entire day just for this clown and his kid.

So I called the student and tried to negotiate with him. I asked him if we could fly any other day, perhaps set up an entire day for him and his son.

Maybe sometime during the week. His reply is “No, he has school during the week and I work” so I suggest if maybe his son wanted to fly after school and maybe he could join later.

His reply “No, we really want to do this on Saturday” Next I ask if he’s willing to maybe move up the time on Saturday mornings (he has been wanting to do his flight training at 12 pm...the busiest time of the busiest day of the week mind you) his reply was “No, we don’t really want to wake up early on saturdays” at this point I just told them that unless he comes to the airport where the school is located, I don’t have time to fill you in. I also gave him a list of other schools to call to see if he could work something out with them.

Apparently he was so offended by someone telling him no that he called my flight school and complained that I was so rude, disrespectful, and that I told them bluntly I didn’t have time for them, that I was promoting other schools etc...

I ended up quitting this particular school for other reasons but that’s the most impressive case of rich kid syndrome I’ve ever encountered. I couldn’t imagine someone that was that far up their ass.

Username: lalopiloto13

I went to an expensive all-girls prep school. I and most of my friends were scholarship students, but we had one crazy rich friend, Amy. We didn’t really like Amy all that much, but she didn’t exactly have anyone else to hang out with.

She was honestly kind of crazy and the other rich girls didn’t like her because she was “new money.” Her dad was an attorney who won a huge lawsuit against a railroad company in the 80s. Anyway, Amy would show off her wealth in lots of bizarre and outlandish ways, such as:

She had two cars. She had her Lexus SUV that she drove around as her daily car and a Land Rover that she used for “special occasions” or if it was raining.

The Lexus also has the back hatch converted into a literal mobile bar, with champagne flutes and wine glasses, ice buckets, multiple kinds of spirits, etc. She somehow never got caught doing this.

Her dad bought a new, multi-million dollar house. She and her sister complained that the yard wasn’t big enough for their dogs.

So his solution was to buy the multi-million dollar house next door and demolish it so it could just be one big dog yard. They basically lived on a compound at that point. You had to drive a mile or so just to get to the front door.

Her boyfriend’s family was similarly wealthy, and he was a few years older and in a college a few hours away. She wanted to go visit him one Friday after school but her dad refused to let her drive or take the family driver that far because it was storming.

She threw a huge fit until her dad finally caved and let her take the family plane and pilot. In a fucking storm. She ended up coming back early because her boyfriend was studying and she wasn’t having fun.

The same boyfriend pissed her off somehow once and she wasn’t speaking to him. In the middle of class, she gets called to the office to be checked out for the day.

Turns out her boyfriend ditched all his classes, drove down to our city, pretended to be her cousin to check her out, and flew her on his family’s jet to the Virgin Islands for a few days, causing her to miss school. That was his form of apologizing.

Another time, she was out of school for several weeks to do outpatient rehab. She was bored with having no one to hang out with, so she paid a guy to call in a fake bomb threat to our school so we could get out for the day and hang out with her.

You know Amy from Gone Girl? This Amy was very similar. She was scary intelligent and manipulative and cruel, but super charming when she wanted to be. I could totally see her getting away with faking her own murder.

Username: smutwitch