I’ve not problem with the idea that Papa makes some money and his kids are therefore privileged. I’m sure it’s one of the reasons that incentivises Papa to go invent, innovate, to the benefit of us all.
But Dear Lord I do hate those who are so priviliged being boors.
Just been subject to it in the local pub. Local boy made good has two sons. In their 40s. Both loud voiced but hey, that happens.
One such son was in the boozer. Taking a little ham and bread with his beer. Fine, like Spanish tapas, a little bite with one’s booze is an addition to civilisation.
But, sadly, no manners. None at all. Not just the chewing with mouth open (which is a personal bugbear of mine) but full on vocal mastication. I was sitting 5 metres way and yet every chew, every bite and lick of the mash from his molars was audible.
I could actually hear each piece of ham unsticking from his molars.
Privilege, inherited wealth, I don’t mind. But Dear God Boy, learn some fucking manners with it.