“Not for all the money in the world would I let any children of mine develop into Pendletons!”
– Jean Webster, Daddy-Long-Legs
Dear un-named child of an extremely generous university alumni: I am very grateful for your father’s contributions and service. I am sure that the whole school thanks him for his patronage. You, on the other hand, are not your father and are not entitled to his privileges. He has given us a lifetime of service and hard work, you have give us a series of debilitating migraines because of your rude, unbelievable behavior. I do not care how much money another person has donated, you are an insufferable ass and no amount of money will make you less responsible for your actions.
Wealth doth not a gentleman make.
I got home yesterday absolutely burning with rage after dealing with this boy.
“If,” I snarled at J., “we ever become as successful as we hope, we are donating everything to PBS and cancer research. I’ll be damned before I see any of our family act like that! The things I wish I could have said!”
“You don’t have to take apart every jerk that you deal with you know.”
“But I want to. It would make the world a better place!”
I come from some WASP stock myself, but if I ever behaved the way this kid does, my parents would gleefully disown me!
Hear, hear!!
And I’ll say it again: ::fist bump of understanding::
For real. I do call them out. Then again, pointing out that having a father who is a full-bird colonel and a grandpa who is a general doesn’t make for a good life as a cadet is hardly going to get me in trouble. Especially when said cadet leaves his cover on my desk while trying to stash his belongings elsewhere in my office. I put his cover in my backpack and went to class. He learned his lesson. All was well.