Saturday, June 17, 2017

To Start At the End

As usual, my mother and I had lunch at the airport on the day I left. And also as usual, there was a luxury car parked inside, for what purpose I don't really understand. Marketing, I guess? We went over to see it after we ate.
Perfectly nice looking, right? I mean, it's not an economy car, but how much could it cost?

Well.

It's a Rolls-Royce.
Having trouble with the small print? Me too. Here.
Three hundred and eighty-nine thousand eight hundred and fifty-five dollars.

Oh.

And if you were wondering about the "Gas Guzzler" fee listed there, here is the full info sheet. See the gas mileage?
I know, it's a bad picture. That's 14 miles per gallon highway, 12 in city driving.

In 2017.

The rich really are very different.