Money has this uncanny knack for disappearing quicker than your go-to snack at a party, and sometimes, it just poofs away in the most mind-blowing, over-the-top ways. We’ve all heard stories about people going all out with their spending or doing things that make you scratch your head, but there’s something about actually witnessing the craziest money-squandering stunts in real life that’s next-level. It’s like watching a super slow-motion train wreck, only this train is made of pure gold, and the tracks are decked out with fancy designer handbags.
Whether it’s someone showing off their wealth in the flashiest way, a business idea that’s crazier than a raccoon in a trash can, or a friend’s wedding that puts Cinderella’s ball to shame, these experiences can leave us completely awestruck, a tad bewildered, and maybe even slightly jealous of their audacity.
I work for a cell phone provider in North America and have seen some pretty outrageous purchases, but by far the worst was a pregnant woman (6 months pregnant) who came in and bought two 64GB iPhone 5Ss with 2 cell phone plans that were more than $100 per month. At first, I thought it was for her husband or something, but then she told me, “I am not an iPhone person, but my psychic tells me that these two bundles of joy in me are, so please keep the boxes sealed. We want them to open them when they are born.”
She was buying iPhones for her unborn children and wanted to give the phones to them as presents for being born…
My company recently switched to a new operating system, and rather than have a few people come to train our office, they planned to send everyone (around 200 people) from the East Coast to the West Coast for a week for training.
They did about half before realizing that wasn’t cost-effective. And since they’re such a great company, their solution after that was to stop training everyone and just give them books to read.
The high school head of the math department buys about ten pallets of chalk and retires the next year. The new head of the math department decided to switch out all the chalk for dry-erase boards. They aren’t allowed to throw out the chalk and aren’t allowed to share it with other departments that still use chalkboards. They had a room full of chalk for at least 7 or 8 years that no one was allowed to use.
My friend is married to a plumber. He was once hired to set up a special room for a famous composer’s wife’s tortoise. It was a huge room in their mansion that his company set up to be arid all the time, like a desert. I believe it even had sand and cacti in it and sun lamps. I don’t know how much it cost, but it was more than most people spend on their houses. All for their spoiled tortoise.
Definitely not the biggest sum of money, but spent for a really stupid reason. I bought a $300 bottle of scotch when I meant to buy the $60 version from the same distillery (the boxes looked nearly identical). When the cashier told me the price, I realized my mistake, but she and everyone behind me in line seemed really impressed that I was buying something so expensive. So now I own an unopened, very expensive bottle of single malt because of my social anxiety.
I’m a VIP tour guide at Walt Disney World. Each guide costs $600/hour, and charging starts when you ask us to meet you, whether you’re there or not. A family booked two of us multiple days in a row and wouldn’t show up until typically 2 to 3 hours into being charged. $7k+ overall paid for tour time they didn’t use. Didn’t care at all.
I used to have something to do with warehouse logistics and whatnot. A new manager came in, and his first project was an order of about half a million dollars worth of pallets. These weren’t wooden pallets, but plastic molded ones, specifically made to fit the forklifts that we were using. The order had to be made overseas and brought in by freight. They had to be exact measurements, of course, to fit the forklifts.
He started bragging that my sales department made all the money “for him to spend.”
A few months later, the pallets arrived, and none of them fit the forklifts in our warehouse…
Except for one.
Turns out, he measured only one of the forklifts for these pallets. That one forklift was part of a unique, non-standard system used for minor moves.
Faced with a warehouse of half a million bucks worth of plastic pallets that won’t work with our standard forklifts, the guy was swiftly asked to resign. But yeah, now we use wood pallets.
I went to a college with a lot of wealthy kids. My roommate freshman year was one of them. She was awesome and humble, but her family was loaded. We went to her condo in Cabo for spring break, and our return flight was delayed by a day. Her dad was SO close to paying $10,000+ for a private jet to fly us back because I had two lectures the next day, and my roommate had one. I wasn’t planning on going anyway, so I’m very happy we talked him out of it.
They ended up getting their own jet a couple of years later, and I see a lot of pictures of their dogs with their own seats and tables on the plane. It’s actually pretty d*mn cute.
I used to work for a hotel for years. It was not a fancy hotel, & it was not in a rich area. But a long-term guest of mine wanted to take me & my friend to the casino on his dollar. I had known this man for 2 years by this time, & considered him a friend, so we both agreed to go.
When we got there, he bought us all a drink, & then he proceeded to hand us both a STACK of hundred dollar bills. Like, $1k each. He told us to gamble until we dropped. All he asked was that if either of us won the jackpot, we would split the winnings with him.
Coming from a modest upbringing, it felt like such a waste to gamble that money away. But we all ended up having a great time. & he never expected anything questionable in return. He was a very cool guy.
I also worked at a high-end footwear factory, making pairs of leather shoes that retail at $500 a pair. The owner was a self-styled anarcho-capitalist and had some entertaining ideas about how to run a business. He had some notion that his staff would work harder if we were afraid of bankruptcy, so he stopped buying leather. I don’t know how these things were connected. Naturally, we could not make more shoes. We told customers that the wait would be longer than ever for their shoes. Sales stopped, orders stopped, and I swept the floor 10 times a day. He refused to buy leather for 3 months, while keeping all of us ‘working’, paying our wages with his own credit because he was mad at someone who told him that his strategy was idiotic. The company was bought out by another old boys club ‘entrepreneur’ d*ckhead after the owner ran out of money.
A guy I knew in college came from an extremely wealthy family. At one point, we happened to be in the vicinity of his grandfather’s house, and he asked if I wanted to stop and see his car collection. it was approx. 30 cars in his basement- basically a garage beneath his house with an elevator that took cars up to surface level. mostly old Rolls Royce, kit cars, or just weird things like one of the last El Camino’s ever made. The car collection didn’t strike me as a waste- I assume most of those cars will at least hold their value. His lawn did. completely flat. thickest, softest, most evenly colored, and cut grass I’ve ever seen in my life. I doubt it was more than 1/4 inch high. No clippings or signs of a lawnmower. it literally just looked like a thick, hunter-green carpet that had been unrolled, except it was about a half acre in size. I walked on it barefoot, and it really felt like the softest carpet I’ve ever walked on. Edges are perfectly trimmed. I can not imagine the cost of maintaining something like that, and really what is the benefit other than status?
The estate next to the one I live on is owned by some Saudi royal, who came over for the summer. Along with his 300+ staff which all required their own 2017 white Mercedes, of course.
He doesn’t have enough space for all 300 staff so he rents houses in a nearby town, where houses rent for £2000 a month.
For clarification: By “Estate,” I mean – I live on the grounds of a mansion that used to be owned by the home office, and has 50ish houses and flats on the grounds. The Saudi royal owns the next plot of land over and has to drive through our estate to get to his.
Occasionally he will land his helicopter on the cricket field.
I managed the social media accounts of an entire car dealership network for about a year, it was family-owned, and they were hundreds of millions type of rich.
The daughter (probably early 30s) would send her assistant out to buy literally DOZENS of expensive outfits for her to try on. She’d then spend all Friday using the executive office area as a catwalk to try on her new outfits. Once she picked one, she’d wear it to whatever club she was going to that night and have the rest put in storage, never to be seen again.
Her assistant, who hated her job, once told me she bought the same expensive dress three times now. There are three of them in a storage room somewhere that has never been worn. Apparently, each trip was around 10k or more, and she’d do this at least once a week. The only thing that wouldn’t go into storage was the jewelry, she special room in her house for getting ready and that’s where she kept the literally millions of dollars in jewelry she bought over the years.
Had a friend who was in his late 20s and lived with his parents (100% dependent).
The dude worked a part-time job and said he was saving money for something big. We all assumed he meant moving out or a trip out of the country or something.
No.
This friend bought a $750 pair of SNEAKERS and then put them in a display case.
My brother got a $4,000 tax return. He has two kids and lives with our parents. Instead of spending the money on like 7 months’ rent, he spent over $3000 in parts on his Plymouth Neon. Body kit, turbocharger, intercooler, and rims on a 20-year-old piece of sh*t car. He just recently totaled it because he drives like an a**hole. Oh, and he will be 31 years old next month.
There’s, apparently, a Saudi prince who comes to New York City every year for the summer. And for the summer, he rents out, every single night, theater 18 in the AMC theater on 42nd St, which is the biggest theater.
If he chooses to come, the theater gets about ten minutes of a heads-up, and his entourage brings in these giant chairs, and a movie for him to watch. He does not watch whatever movies we have, to be clear. The entourage brings with them a movie that he’s already picked.
When I worked there, I never once saw or heard of the prince actually coming in. But every night I worked that summer, the managers would, without fail, pile into the last cleaning of the night and help us clean the theater. Top to bottom, not a single kernel left. Then, the GM would stay and watch the night cleaners come in and clean it even more.
So, is the Saudi prince an actual person who comes to this theater? I don’t know. But that’s a lot of effort to put into playing a joke on your employees. And that the Saudi Royal Family is certainly wealthy enough to be able to afford it.
My dad chauffeured around some rich people when I was a kid. The one guy he drove was actually a really nice bloke and used to get my dad’s family things.
One time on a trip to London, he asked my dad to bring my mom and then said he had to be in meetings all weekend, so he didn’t need my dad to drive him around. He paid for them to stop at The Ritz and bought them tickets to Phantom of the Opera.
Now this guy’s kids were a whole different kettle of fish. He was taking them to the amusement park, and my dad was driving them. He asked my dad to bring me so I could enjoy the day out too.
I went around with this rich kid who would buy whatever he wanted and then throw the change after paying into the nearest trash can. When I asked him what he was doing, he said he didn’t like carrying around change, so threw it away (he wouldn’t give it to me, though)
When he was 8, my Buddy got hurt in a supermarket because of random boxes in the walkway. His mom sued, and he got rewarded $18,000 in a settlement; however he wasn’t able to touch the money till he was 18
anyway…when he turned 18 in 2009, he got all of the money all at once; he immediately went out and bought TVs (the biggest, of course) and Xbox 360s for 4 family members, and then he paid the $500 down payment on a brand new car and leased it for $350/mo went to a local sit down restaurant and paid for others to eat there multiple times and I don’t even want to think about his online shopping.
This went on for a Month-and-a-half, one day. One of his friends made him a deal. He bought him a laptop (of equal value at the time) for his Xbox 360. They went to the store and went to pay for it, but his debit card was denied. When he checked his balance, he had about $150 in his account.
I work at an art gallery, and we deliver pieces to some extremely wealthy people. I can’t believe how many times we’ve seen clients design and buy a brand new multi-million dollar home, only to sell it a year and a half later, “just because they got bored with it,” and proceed to buy an even more exquisite place.
Most of them aren’t the house-flipping type, either. They just literally get tired of their massive houses.
I work as a freelance musician and often stand in for wedding bands; I have worked at lots of weddings where clearly, the families have crazy money.
One thing I always see at the fancier events without fail is a TONNE of amazing, fully prepared food and expensive drinks being tipped/thrown away at the end of the night.
When I asked about it once, I was told by one of the staff that a lot of catering companies are trained to prepare enough of every menu option so that if everyone orders the same thing, they have enough. What happens in reality is they tip away enough food to feed the wedding party (often of 200+ people) another two times over.
Particularly annoying when the band is served cold chips as their ‘evening meal’ because “we couldn’t stretch the budget, sorry!”
On a more positive note, one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen was a drummer successfully sneaking out of a catering tent, having liberated a whole wheel of cheese that night.
My company bought replacement office chairs for 3000 employees plus 1000 extra for empty desks at $1200 a pop. The old chairs were much more comfortable and had many more adjustment options. No one is allowed to have their old chairs back, even though the new ones kill their backs. Some of the old chairs needed replacing, but this was just stupid.
I worked for the state Department of Forestry for a while as a firefighter. I was sent as a supervisor to a very large federal (Forest Service) fire that was all but out on my end and miles from the active firefront. We got bored standing around for days on end, so I started leading a couple of 20-person hand crews each day, rehabing some of the nature trails in my area. One day we decided to go off-trail and head down to a nice cool creek for an afternoon swim. As soon as we got to the creek I noticed a massive netted sling load (carried under a helicopter via a cable) that had been dropped on a rocky area just up from the waterline. It was all brand new hoses, nozzles, fire shelters, gear bags, etc. Never been used and every piece is marked as Forest Service property. Our state is pretty broke so naturally my first thought is that someone’s going to miss this stuff. I mean, that’s a ton of money sitting there in firefighting gear. So after both of the crews swam and relaxed, we all (45 of us or so) grabbed as much as we could and packed it back out to our rigs and then drove it back to fire camp that evening. I went to the fire cache (it’s the place that checks equipment in and out for the fire) and told the manager what I had found, and that it was all outside in our vehicles. This dude lost his sh*t. He told me that I had to hide that stuff now and first thing the next day it had better be gone, back out piled where I found it. I asked why since it was in an area deemed inactive and would probably never get picked back up. He looked me straight in the eye and said, “That’s the point. That stuff has been written off, get it? The more we spend out here, the more we get in the budget next year… And that means money for strep increases too.” A step increase is a raise in pay. Over the years I found this to be a common trend in federal fires. Soooo much equipment was wasted in the name of unethical spending.
I was so disgusted with that man’s statement that I just had everyone dump it in the parking lot behind the fire cache. It was gone by morning and I heard rumors that a few contracts (private) crews had a bit of an early Christmas.
When I lived in a suburb of Salt Lake City several years ago, there was a mortgage company headquartered in my city. When the owner of the company had a birthday–it was a major birthday; if memory serves, he was turning sixty–he went to Las Vegas with some family and friends and blew twenty million dollars in a weekend.
Twenty. Million. Dollars. In one weekend.
I’d like someone to do the math and figure out how much he was spending per minute.
And, yes, before anyone chides me for being holier-than-thou, I know that many people enjoy gambling, and many people don’t view it as a waste. I, myself, love poker. But guess what? When someone loses twenty million dollars in one weekend, I call that a waste.
We had a couple of ovens on my submarine. I was one of the guys who maintained them, and they were in perfect working order. We pulled into the shipyard, and one of the projects was to replace the ovens. To fit out of the hatch, the old ovens were cut up and removed. The new ovens were brought down in pieces, assembled, and installed. When the cooks tried to use them, the ovens kept tripping out their fan motors at high temperatures. From an electrical perspective, everything was fine. I couldn’t find anything wrong. I took a look at the technical manual, and as I flipped through, I noticed a drawing showing these ovens having a heat exhaust out the back. I poke my head in the oven, and sure enough, there is a vent, except on the other side is the steel bulkhead of the submarine. The captain made some phone calls. The shipyard workers came down, cut up the new ovens, and removed them. New versions of the old model are rigged down, assembled, and installed. I cannot even guess how much manpower, time, and money was spent on replacing functional ovens on our submarine, but I am sure no taxpayer would be thrilled to hear the number.
I started talking to a guy online. He told me he sends $1500 a month overseas to his girlfriend, whom he visits from time to time, but isn’t in love with, and something about how she never wants to do anything physically… He started dating her after giving up on American women. The story went his friends were all getting married, and he never could get a girlfriend. Then finally thought he met a nice girl online. He sent her 10k for a surgery. I went to visit her to see how she was doing only to be told by her roommate that she was out with her boyfriend, and oh, are you that guy who sent her the money? She didn’t need surgery. This was when he gave up and looked for a foreign girlfriend. The one he sends $1500 a month. More money than brains.
What I personally witnessed was in 2010. My elderly father bought into the gold commercials on the Glenn Beck show on Fox News. He had a good retirement and Social Security but chose to live very meager, so his bank account grew up to about $15,000. Right after I suggested to him that he could provide a couple of thousand dollars to each grandchild and great-grandchild as an inheritance for their education or something, I noticed his bank account was drained to almost nothing. When I questioned him, he admitted that he bought gold coins. After analyzing the coins (easy to do as there are websites to assist you in determining their quality), I determined that each coin was worth about $100 – $200. He paid over $1000 for each. Even the bank tried to slow down the transaction, but nobody in the family really got to know in time. He was in a state of mind where he felt he was capable of making these decisions. He told me that Obama was going to destroy the United States economy and turn our country into a socialist state. He said gold coins would be the only reasonable way to invest for the future.
A super yacht. The largest yacht built in America cost almost $200 million. It was 86 meters long, could accommodate 14 people in luxury, and had a pool, jet skis, and the works. The shipyard that built it hired hundreds of workers, and some naval architects bought state-of-the-art equipment. The shipyard went bankrupt and closed about a year later. The billionaire who bought the yacht sold it at a loss just a couple of years later. Everyone lost money… on a 200 MILLION DOLLAR YACHT.
I was not involved in this project, but the shipyard that built it was a customer of mine, so I did see this with my own eyes.
The first time I ever went to Las Vegas, my wife’s friend asked me to play roulette for her. She gave me $5 and said to put it all on red; I could have half if she won. I’d never been and never played, so I figured I would just watch a few spins at a quiet table to see how it works. There is just one guy; he places his chip on a number, they spin, he loses, and he places another chip. I watch 8 or 9 spins and think, “This seems simple”. I walk up to the table as the tenth spin is going, and when it stops, they take his chip, and the spinner guy says, “That’s $15,000 down, sir. Shall we continue?”
The dude was dropping ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS each spin!!! My jaw dropped! He had a big stack of the same chip in front of him, and he dropped another on the same number with a smile. I walked away when the spinner guy gave it a whirl. That $5 was a little too small to debut on that table.
Two hours later, the dude was still at the table. I couldn’t bring myself to see how he was doing.
My ex-girlfriend made a lot of life decisions based on a psychic she knows in her home country. Apparently, her family has been consulting this woman for decades; this psychic knows her family so well, that she can basically make lucky guesses, or just do cold readings, which her family then fits into their situation somehow. Usual psychic stuff.
When we broke up – which wasn’t the psychic’s advice, but my common sense – her family prioritized ‘consultations’ with this psychic as important expenditure as buying food.
I don’t know how much they spent on seeing this woman, and I hope I never know.
I live in a moderately wealthy area, abutting some REALLY wealthy areas. The super-rich are very smart with money. They’ve learned how to spend and save. The rising rich are the goofiest. They feel like they have to spend and have absolutely no idea how to discern or how to tastefully present their wealth.
My best friend growing up, was like this. His family built a 7-figure house next door to their first house, which they struggled mightily to sell, so for about 3 years, they were stuck paying off two behemoths. It was the same-sized lot and a bigger house, so they ended up having less usable land. Oddly, the interior was so poorly laid out, that they had less usable space inside too. Then they stuffed it with as much “rich people sh*t” as they could find. Hot tub? Inside and outside! They never used them, and the interior one kept causing water damage because they didn’t properly ventilate the steam. Home theater? Yep. The other issue was they had absolutely no clue how to decorate, so you had their living room, which because of the vaulted ceilings, took up about half the interior space and made the upstairs cramped, with random posters on the wall. The house always felt dirty and unkempt and just motley. They were very nice people. They just had no idea what they were doing. Also, they’re long since empty nesters, and the parents are still there. It’s a complete white elephant. They’ll never get rid of that monster.
When I was in college, I was employed by a neurosurgeon and his wife to do one thing. In exchange for being their “pool boy,” I lived in the pool house for free, utilities included. My job was to keep the pool clean and act as a lifeguard when their kids swam or had a swimming party. During the two years that I lived there, I was a lifeguard maybe a dozen times. The pool house was like the one on Fresh Prince of Bel Air. Sometimes I bartended at their dinner parties and made 250 cash.
My school is one of the few schools to be part of the Apple Distinguished Schools. Everyone in Middle School and High School gets their own MacBook Air. Everyone from Kindergarten to Middle School gets iPads. Meanwhile, our Art Department is one guy who is paying for everything himself because he loves art and does it for the students. My class donated the money we got from fundraisers that we would’ve used to go have a party after our graduation ceremony to our school departments that were in need.
In college, I worked for a super high-end interior designer who fully designed houses for the ultra-rich. Like, he did Walton-level money houses. I moved furniture for 15 bucks an hour. Anyways, in this one particular house, we had to move in a pair of custom-built Italian recliners. These chairs were hand built, hand embroidered, and I sh*t you not, the wooden legs were vigorously rubbed with a gold bar so as to embed tiny flakes of gold so it shimmered. We moved a pair of these chairs into a third living room on the second floor. The room looked like it had never, ever been used, and we just plopped down 30k worth of window dressing in there like it was nothing. I did sit on this throne that would have paid my tuition for a year, and you know what, it wasn’t even that comfortable.
I used to work for a high school in an affluent community. I managed textbooks, Ipads, Chromebooks, computers, etc. So anyway, I was told to order a giant recycling box to put in old books and have them removed. Okay, cool. It’s outside for a few days, and some teachers or whoever threw some perfectly good books in there. Brand new, and I thought it was weird. Turns out, they were sample books from publishers who were trying to court teachers/the school into choosing their books. The ones in the recycling box were ones that they decided not to go with. I took out my phone and scanned them into eBay and Amazon to see their worth and then instantly grabbed a cart, pulled them all out, put them in my car, and sold them all online for a hefty price. Ended up funding a Hawaiian vacation off of it.
Even if teachers didn’t know how much they were worth, even if they didn’t want to use that textbook, I wonder why they wouldn’t want to keep it and use it as an extra resource. If it wasn’t going to be their textbook, there could still be something decent worth using or photocopying for the kids to use. So freaking wasteful.
At the same school, they also age out old iPads and laptops, and I also found some in the trash and removed them online. So I only handled tech in the sense that I would check it out to students, and store them, but someone put a laptop and a few iPads in the freaking garbage with “discard” on them, and I was like, WTF? I pulled those out and plugged them all in, and they functioned just fine. So, just because you get a grant that allows you to buy new sh*t every year, you have to throw away perfectly good laptops and ipads? Also, they should go to e-waste if you are really trying to get rid of them, not in the TRASH.
A family member works for a very well-off family. She was asked to head to the butcher and pick up about 20 steaks because they had friends coming over, and they were going to make fajitas. So my mum heads to the fancy butchers, picks up the steak, and it comes to about £200. When my mum got back to the house, she was told to trash the steak because she changed her mind and was making lasagne instead.
Like, not even go put it in the fridge … but chuck it out!?
My SO’s family dropped $5k on fireworks for the 4th of July. They do this every year. It blows my mind.
They are wealthy, which means $5k is probably pocket change for them. It’s just a different school of thought. I grew up living in a tent level of poor, so to think what my family could have done with that amount of money EVERY year is what boggled my mind.
Also, to those who say they would love to spend that much/spend close to that much/enjoy the 4th, and love sharing the fun with friends/family, good on you. I’m glad you enjoy yourself. But for me, personally, I have a hard time imagining literally blowing up my cash to that extent.
I worked at a phone store, and this guy just lost his iPhone X in a river. The guy had insurance on the phone and had a $250 option to use it and get a phone the next day. He said he needed a phone now and ended up paying the $850 he still owed on his phone plus signing a new agreement to get another iPhone X. We make a commission off the phones, but I was looking out in his best interest that doing the insurance would make the most sense but then scoffed and said it’s only $800.
He was the epitome of I live off daddy’s money, and him acting like $800 is nothing is the most pretentious thing I’ve ever seen.
saw an acquaintance let pride get the better of him, and he spent $300 on a carnival game that he never ended up being able to win.
I think I had something to do with it cause I won the game (free throw) moments before, and he was watching. For some reason, in middle to high school, I would win that game every single time I saw it (can’t for the life of me anymore…)
My brother needed a plastic bag to carry some of his luggage that wouldn’t fit in his suitcase. He decided the best plan was to pull off the Interstate at the next exit and buy something in order to get a bag. Despite not needing anything to eat, he chose an expensive sandwich, a drink (he didn’t need), and chips (he didn’t need). He spent about $15. As it was sunny, we sat outside the store whilst he ate what he didn’t need. We got back in the car and hit the road. About 10 minutes later, he says, “F*ck, I threw that bag in the trash.”
My brother graduated from law school. We were having lunch before the graduation event. My grandpa ordered a $500 bottle of champagne for him and his wife at lunch. The waiter mistakenly thought he meant for the entire table of 9. The waiter brings out a $4,000 dollar magnum bottle of champagne. My grandpa, not wanting to be embarrassed, opened and accepted it. we all drank what we could, and he had the rest sent up to his room.
My ex is obsessed with bio-hacking and trying to get fit without actually putting in any work. His Amazon orders were things like a neck-strengthening hat, weird supplements, an electromagnetic reader, a rowing machine, and handgrip springs. All of which he used once and then either threw out or sold. Meanwhile, I get him a pass to my gym and offer to workout with him whenever, but nope – too much effort.
I moved to Highland Park, Illinois, from Southern California, and I’m shocked at how wealthy people are and how much they flaunted it.
A girl, for her 16th birthday, because she just got her driver’s license, is given a Jaguar XKE by her dad. This 12-cylinder car is impossible for a normal person to drive. She wrecks it, the first day she has it. And shows up the following day in a little 2-seater Mercedes sports coupe.
Daddy’s girl! Imagine the expectations that have already been set for her husband.
I was dating this one girl who was constantly talking about her financial difficulties and how she had to constantly work overtime (in the realm of 80-90 hours a week) just to pay off her massive debts. Anyway, we were shopping at Best Buy for something (or maybe we were there just for fun), but she saw that they have every Miyazaki movie on Blu-ray. So she buys all of them. Which totals to around $300. When I balked at her, she told me, “I can make that back in a week.” I think I know why she has so much debt. The upside is that we had some pretty awesome movie nights for a week or so. We only watched each movie once.
This is tied with another girl I dated. She got a bonus from work and decided she wanted to try a $300 Omakase dish from a sushi place. I could not believe that she spent $300 on sushi, but she did. They brought it all out on a massive boat and everything. Most of it went to her siblings since we couldn’t eat it all. This girl was also so in debt that she went through National Debt Relief.
