I have a friend who has a husband who is insanely rich. He cheats and treats her like dirt but she stays because she was told that it’s better to cry in an Audi Q7 than to cry in a little Polo Playa. Me? I’d rather laugh in a donkey cart than cry in a Chrysler 300C/ Volkswagen Touareg or any of those other big, expensive cars.
He takes her on expensive holidays overseas and of course a mistress or two always goes along(separately, of course) but she ‘doesn’t know’ (everyone else does). She has the most expensive EVERYTHING and loves rubbing it in our (read poor friends who live from payday to payday with just a little money (compared to them) saved in policies and stuff) faces.
What’s your take on this? Are you laughing in a hatchback or are you crying in a R1 million car? Or are you lucky enough to be laughing in a R1 million car?