Shopping

As I sit and contemplate my plans for the day, I find myself strolling through my backyard walking over to my money tree. I slowly pluck all sorts of different numeric bills. Where shall I shop today? Hopping in my limo parked outside, waving at my kids while thinking to myself how wonderful it is to have a nanny. I have the driver take me to my jet, which is ready to take me anywhere I want. I choose to go to New York City and take the time out for myself to do a little shopping. So this is what it is like to be rich. I could live like this! Stepping onto my jet I find a stewardess waiting to take my orders. Since when does someone take my orders? Isn't that my job? I sit down with a warm towel over my face and ear buds in my ears listening to what ever I d*** well please. Ahhhh, life is good. Before I know it we are landing and I am ready to have a new wardrobe, drink lattes, and sip wine and wat cheese, all while people are trying to please me with the newest fashions. Could it get any better? What is that smell? I take a deep breath as I am watching the next woman showcase a pair of jeans. Is that something burning? No no, I don't want that type of jean, show something else? I swear it smells like burning toast. Why here? I am startled by the piercing beep. MOOOOOOOMMMMMMM! The toast, the toast!