As for going off topic⦠
All this rich/redneck stuff reminds me of a funny funnyā¦
For about a decade, I worked as a UPS delivery driver. Great physical work, good pay, insane benefits.
My route was in a rural part of the SouthEast of the USA for a while. Rednecks, trailer trash, Confederate flags, poor people⦠And the insanely wealthy. I could name-drop, but thatād be tacky. Weāre talking heli-pads in the back yard.
Anyhooā¦
At Christmas, weād get helpers to ride along in the trucks with us. Basically, weād just use them to run the packages to the doors while we sorted the load & planned the route. One particular Christmas, I was assigned a very sweet wealthy and educated young black woman right out of college with an architecture degree. I highlight that she was black because⦠you know⦠Confederate flags. Loose dogs. There was justification for being a little uneasy on her part.
So, we spent the first morning bouncing down mud roads, kicking at dogs, staring at flags out of the corners of our eyes and getting to know each other. I tried to comfort her considering the racist vibe she was getting from the area, but there was no denying we were knee-deep in former KKK territory.
I tried convincing her it the whole area wasnāt like that. āNew moneyā was moving in, and the old trash was being forced out. Going from dilapidated trailer to dilapidated trailer made it a hard sell.
Then, we got to the point when we had to deliver a pair of Wine Club cases⦠as in two cases of wine from mail-order wine clubs. See, when you have money, good taste, but live in Old Milwaukeeās Best territory, you order your booze online. I turn right down another gravel driveway - this one more well kept than the others. Around a bend, we come to a large iron gate with a keypad and a phone. I lean out the door, pick up the phoneā¦
āHey, Hi, Hello! [long pause] Yeah, two cases of the good stuff today, so I need someone at the door to sign for 'em. [another pause and I wave to the camera hidden in the trees] Sweet. See ya in a second.ā
My sweet little helperās eyes betrayed her shock. WTF is this?
About a mile down a freshly asphalted drive, we come to the estate. Huge. Itās 17,000 square feet according to Zillow.com just for the main house. There are two banks of garages flanking a circular driveway. I stay off the new white concrete & keep my oil leaking big brown love machine over the cobblestones so I donāt leave obvious stains. The owner, an older white dude, comes around the corner driving a very nice mud covered side by side ATV.
āMarty told me you had a gift⦠Oh! Hey, sweety!ā Heās smitten with my helperā¦
We spent at least a half hour there. He was a redneck. A very rich redneck. As I remember, he gave her a Christmas tip a couple of weeks later⦠a very nice Christmas tip. He also showed off his redneck toys⦠custom built vintage Bronco, civil war Confederate rifle, bass boat, 4 door convertible Rolls Royce Phantom (do a search on that last one if youāre wondering what kind of money weāre talking about)ā¦
As Jeff Foxworthy used to day, you can take the redneck out of the trailer park, butā¦