In the early 1980’s, I worked at a Midtown Plaza department store as a sales clerk ( they actually called us sales associates… so we’d feel better about ourselves… while making $3 an hour!). A number of us would get together after work and go out drinking and talk and unwind. Invariably, the topic of “Ken” would come up… the store owner’s son and heir-apparent to the chain of stores. “Must be tough, born rich, knowing that eventually it will ALL be YOURS” my co-workers would say sarcastically. I got a bit sad when they said this and once responded: “Yeah, but suppose Ken always wanted to be… a veterinarian…ever since he was little… yet he knows he CAN NEVER BE ONE?!”
Everyone just sort of went silent… looked at me… started laughing… and said, “Yeah! Sure! Right!”….. as if… they all felt sorry… for ME!
