We’ve all experience at least one annoying rich prick. These people share their encounters! Content has been edited for clarity purposes.
He Had It All, Except Respect For His Mother
“As a kid, I was poor as dirt. We had no money and barely kept the lights on. My mother did an awesome job. She had two different jobs and went to night school at one point to make a better future for us. I grew up without a lot of things, but it taught me a lot about what you really ‘need’ in life, which is a roof over your head and food in your belly. Everything after that is a plus really.
I had a lot of friends who were way better off than me, but one kid, in particular, had everything. He was a part of a group who didn’t celebrate birthdays or Christmas, but would often just get stuff to kind of make up for it.
At times he would cuss his mother out for buying him something he thought was trash or wasn’t the right model of something, despite getting loads of awesome stuff all the time. He was that kid who had all the games, consoles, and toys in the world but would moan about it.
One of the last times I hung out with him, he was shouting at his mother because she had promised him she would buy him a new guitar but since it had gotten too late in the night, she wasn’t able to go. All the stores were shut, so it was literally impossible. However, this kid just kept chewing her out because of it and speaking to her like she was some kind of moron. It was painful to watch.
I stopped hanging around with him after that. I later heard his mother cracked and had enough of him, so she kicked him out of the house. He later ended up being a shoplifter and lived in the local YMCA for a bit.
In fairness, I think he’s back on track now, but as a kid, he was a bit of a prick to his parents.”
“My parents bought me a laptop for my 18th birthday. It was absolutely unheard of in my family to receive gifts as expensive or technological. I cried when my mom handed me it. I was meant to be moving away for university and both my mom and dad had saved up six months’ worth of wages between them to afford it for me. We all hugged and cried; it was extremely meaningful and emotional.
When I went off to university, I was roomed with a rich boy from Long Island. One night, he brought back two girls and another friend. They started partying in the dorm, which I was fine with, it was college.
As I went to the bathroom down the hall and came back, I saw one of the tipsy girls had opened my laptop and was trying to log in.
I approached her and said, ‘Hey! That’s my laptop! I don’t mind you using it, but let me just log you into the guest account.’
When she went to move the laptop off her lap toward me, she knocked an open bottle of Moscato on it, and the entire laptop was wet.
She said, ‘Oh! Sorry!’
I exclaimed, ‘What the heck, dude! Get a towel! Put it upside down!’
I was freaking out. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
My roommate chimed in, ‘Chill out! Can’t you just get a new one dude?’
As I started patting down the laptop, I asked them, ‘Please, if it doesn’t work, can you help me replace it? I need it for my classes!’
They started laughing at me. Then my roommate said, ‘Why? Can’t your parents get a new one for you?’
It took two weeks of demanding them to buy me a new one before they reluctantly did as I had to explain to the dorm manager my situation of my family being extremely poor. Luckily, he was sympathetic and helped me arrange for a replacement.
But that moment of ‘Can’t you just get a new one?’ made my heart blow up. It was more painful than the laptop getting damaged itself. I looked at my roommate in disbelief. I’d never experienced rich kid syndrome as succinctly before or since. I hated that guy.”
“An old roommate from my university was utterly spoiled by her rich dad. She owned half the Tiffany’s catalog, had a horse, and most important to this anecdote, her rich daddy gifted her with a fully loaded Cadillac Escalade at the age of 17, which she brought to university with her.
The grocery store was about a two-minute drive up the street from our house. In good weather, I walked there and back, no problem. On a particularly wintry day, my rich kid roommate was already going to the grocery store and asked the rest of us if we wanted a ride. Of course, a couple of us said yes. She then explained how she would be charging us two bucks each way for the cost of gas. So in total four bucks each just for a two-minute drive up the street.
Since we’d sort of already committed, we gave her the money, but now looking back, this was one of the greediest things anyone has ever done to me. We were broke students, for goodness sake!”
The Whole Class Hated Him
“I went to a fairly average college. But I had this one guy from my Macro Economics class, who we will call, ‘Sam,’ who came from a super rich family. For his 21st birthday. they gifted him an Audi R8. Needless to say, it was a very cool car.
One day in class, Sam got into an argument with the professor regarding how he was talking during the lecture and didn’t answer a question the professor asked.
Sam said, ‘I don’t even need to be in this stupid broke college class. My dad makes 10 times more money than you do. Shoot, my car is probably worth more than your house!’
Then he threw his books across the room and screamed, ‘Forget you, bozo!’
It seemed Sam told his dad about the incident and his dad made a phone call to the college. The professor got into trouble with the board of academics since Sam’s dad had made a pretty big donation to the school at the beginning of the year. The professor continued to teach Sam in the class but all the other students hated him for what he did and knew he was a spoiled little punk.
One day during class, some of the students trashed the heck out of his car. They spray painted his Black Audi r8 with words like, ‘Prick’, ‘Jagoff’, and ‘Punk.’ They had demolished every single part of his car with spray paint and put batter acid on the roof of the car.
When Sam found out about what happened to his car, he went on a rampage in the school cafe. We never saw him after that again. He left the school permanently.
Five years passed by as I already graduated college and started working at a wireless telecommunications store. One day while I was at work, I saw Sam passing by wearing crocs, shorts, and a t-shirt. I called him over and initiated small talk. Turns out, Sam got charged with assault and his parents stopped giving him money and kicked him out. He’s now an employee at the local Denny’s working a nine to five and taking the bus every day. He still talks to his mom and dad but I think they are making him learn the value of money and how to be a humble person.”
Her Mom’s Text Message
“I had a friend at university whose parents turned out to own multiple tea plantations. At this point, I had no idea she was wealthy until one morning, she was driving me to work.
When her phone went off, she said, ‘Oh, just read that message for me.’
It was all in German except for one bit which said, ‘1400 euros.’ I could only read that number, I couldn’t read the rest.
She said, ‘Oh great, mum has transferred me the money.’
I said, ‘Oh my! That’s a huge amount, is everything ok?’
‘Yes,’ she said, ‘I’ve run out of clothes, and mum’s sent me some money to get more this weekend.’
I said, ‘What do you mean you run out of clothes?’
She said, ‘I don’t know how to work the washing machine, so I’ve sent my clothes back to Germany. I’ve got nothing to wear now.’
I was so completely shocked so I sat there in silence.
She just said, ‘I mean, 1400 euros is only like four pairs of jeans. But it will get me through until next month when I go home.’
To this day, I still have not found a pair of jeans I like enough to spend 350 euros on. I think about this interaction a lot. I kind of drifted away from her after that. I became so self-conscious about my own poverty which was such a shame.”
“He Didn’t Even Consider Them People”
“One friend of mine dated someone of super wealth. The guy never mentioned it, and for the first few dates, she just assumed he dressed well. Then he invited her back to his place, where he said he lived alone.
His place was a very nice townhome on the wealthy side of town. When she followed him in, a butler removed her coat and asked her to remove her shoes, which she had not prepared for since her leggings had a hole in them. The interior was very plush and decked out with gold fixtures and antiques, but without being too ostentatious.
‘Would you like a snack?’ he asked.
They went to the dining room where another ‘maid’ set up trays and some fresh pastries. Then she and the butler stood along the wall and just waited there.
‘I thought you said you lived alone,’ she asked.
‘I do,’ he replied.
She asked, ‘What about them?’
He said, ‘Who?’
She said, ‘Those two.’
He replied, ‘What? You mean the help?’
He didn’t even consider them people. They were background appliances to him.
She still ended up spending the night, leaving her clothes on the ground. When she woke up the following morning, she saw her clothes had been cleaned, folded, and pressed (including her underwear), and her leggings were replaced with a new pair of a nicer brand.
She asked, ‘Your butler came in while we were sleeping?’
He said, ‘I guess. Why?’
She replied, ‘I wasn’t wearing any clothes.’
He said, ‘Okay. I wasn’t either.’
He seemed confused why this was a problem. When she left, she noticed her shoes and jacket had been cleaned and repaired.
Of course, everyone asks her why she didn’t marry him.
She always says, ‘He just gave off this creepy, disconnected vibe.'”
“In her senior year of high school, my sister blew up the engine in her car because she didn’t know what that red light on the dash that said ‘oil’ meant and ignored it. So she bought a brand new car. Well, my parents helped her with the down payment and cosigned the loan. She was going to make all the payments herself and build her credit.
Within three months, a repo crew showed up at my dad’s office looking for her car because it was two payments overdue. I guess she’d made one payment and just thought, ‘Whatever.’
So my dad wrote them a check.
I think she made one or two more payments, then graduated high school. My parents had this brilliant idea for a graduation present and took over the loan payments for her.
A couple of months later, my sister totaled the car. The next thing I know, my sister was raging mad at my parents because they took ‘her’ insurance check to pay off the loan. She thought that was rightfully her money and the loan was theirs.
When it was clear she was not going to get her way, she settled into a multi-year long sulk and at every pretense of an opportunity would launch into her ‘I didn’t even get a graduation present’ prepared speech.
Twenty years later, she dug out this old chestnut for some reason and I went off on her like I was Pink Floyd telling kids they couldn’t have any pudding. I was ticked off at all the money that our parents had put into that car for her only for her to crash it while partying.
And her only response was, ‘Yeah, but I was supposed to get a car.’
That was when I realized that even as a middle-aged adult, my sister was still a terrible person.”
Free Pancake Day
“I used to work for a restaurant that celebrated ‘Free Pancake’ day. On ‘Free Pancake’ day, I had an interesting encounter. This college kid came in and took an entire four-person table all for himself. He set up a Mac book and put on his AirPods connected to his iPhone. He wouldn’t even take off his headphones to order or look at me. He just wanted the free pancakes and water.
He stayed for over two hours during our busiest day. Finally, as we were getting ready to end the event, we started collecting donations for the local children’s hospital. I stopped by his table and let him know. He put up one finger and made a big show of shutting his laptop.
When he finally took his headphones off, he turned to me and said, ‘I don’t think people should get free stuff.’
Then he set everything back up and made this ‘shoo’ gesture at me.”
She Did Nothing But Complain
“I lived briefly with a very awful rich girl. Her parents bought her a beautiful condo in a rich neighborhood. She had a trust fund that paid out thousands monthly for her to literally do nothing. She went to a fancy law school, passed the bar, did one internship, and quit because she didn’t like it. By ‘it’, I mean working in general.
She had severe rich people’s substance use issues. She flew to New York City to bang a doctor for some Klonopin, drank every single day, and slept all day. She literally did nothing. She didn’t leave the house and still spent $150 bi-weekly for a house cleaner because she was too lazy to even clean despite doing nothing all day.
One time, she gave me an outfit for an event because she never wore the clothes and they didn’t fit her anymore. Some things still had tags. I was wearing over five grand worth of clothes. I looked them all up.
I was the opposite. I grew up dirt poor on welfare with nine siblings. We all bounced around, some in foster care, etc. since both parents were addicts. I worked 80 hours weekly to put myself through school, build a life, etc.
The things this girl would complain about, like views she had on certain topics were so outside of reality. She was completely clueless about her privileges.
Sometimes, I’d tell her about my work as a social worker and she’d be like, ‘Why don’t your homeless clients just buy homes?’ Or ‘That stuff happens here?’
Basically, she threw money at everything and complained all day about things within her power to change but never did. She never realized the only reason she was not homeless herself was because of money she didn’t earn. She acted like she was above me, the people I worked with, my friends, etc, but when in reality, she was a pathetic addict loser.
I’m grateful for what I have every day and you could not pay me enough to live like her or be like her.”
“When I walked into the local US post office in a wealthy community north of Chicago, I saw a kid around 20 years old, super preppy looking, wearing leather loafers with no socks on, berating the clerk for not wrapping his shipment for him. He was making a huge scene about how they were paid to help him and how ‘his’ taxes pay their salaries. Meanwhile, the queue was growing 10 plus people deep.
After the clerk finished directing him on how to properly seal the parcel, the clerk weighed the box, rang him up, and gave him his total. The kid ran a credit card.
The clerk asked, ‘Can I see it?’
When the kid handed her the credit card, she then asked, ‘Does this card belong to your mother?’
He replied, ‘Yes.’
She asked, ‘Is she here?’
He said, ‘No.’
She explained, ‘You can’t use someone else’s credit card without written authorization.’
He started screaming in rage. But the clerk pushed his parcel aside and called, ‘Next customer.’
Before leaving, the kid grabbed his stuff, and then started knocking over all the displays of packaging and Express mail/Priority mail supplies.”
“My Family Owns The Store”
“In Alaska, we have a family that owns some furniture stores. Their son had been in the commercials for most of his life.
At the time, my friend and I were working for a grocery store in the area. The guy from the commercials came up to my friend, who was working the customer service desk and was trying to return something without a receipt. The policy was to check the ID and apparently, he didn’t have his.
He said, ‘Don’t you know who I am?’
My friend said, ‘No, sir. And even if I did, I would still need your ID.’
He said, ‘My family owns the furniture stores here.’
She said, ‘Okay, well I still need your ID.’
She called me to tell me about it after he left ticked off. She really had no clue who he was, so she asked me if I knew him.”
Just A Quick Trip From The United States To The Bahamas
“My friend is a commercial pilot and works for a large company that has a ‘flight department’ consisting of several jets and turboprop airplanes. The owner’s kids, and a group of their friends, were granted permission to take one of the jets from the central part of the United States to the Bahamas.
Upon arriving in the Bahamas, the friend group booked a large yacht for a week. They realized the yacht was equipped with fine dining food and not the type of food they liked, which was junk food. So, they ordered the pilots to fly back through US Customs and to their hometown in the Midwest. Once there, they had to pick up multiple sides of BBQ ribs, burgers, hotdogs, soda, cases of Budlight, and piles of other junk food.
Then they quickly flew back to the Bahamas, making it just on time to leave with the yacht. It cost roughly $5,000 an hour to operate the jet. And it never even struck the owners as something extreme.”
That Gift Didn’t Last Long
“I had a scholarship to a private school for my secondary education. We were by no means poor but compared to the people who were paying full school fees, I was a peasant. The vast majority of the students were wealthy, and about half of them were spoilt little brats.
Most of the kids got given cars for their 17th birthday in anticipation of passing their driving tests. One boy, in particular, had a September birthday, so he was one of the first to take his test. Since he had a huge house/garden, he already knew how to drive. Here, you can drive on private land at any age here.
On the day he passed his test, he got dropped off back at his school in his shiny new sports car. He picked up a couple of his friends to go for a spin, and before he got up the road, he completely wrecked the car.
His dad bought him a new one the next day and he complained it was the wrong color.”
Mr. Know It All
“I had a kid who wouldn’t shut up about his dad’s Mazarati while I was cooking food in my buddy’s kitchen. Thankfully. his attention shifted to some food Network BBQ show we had on.
Then he looked at me after a while and said, ‘Hey, so have you ever had BBQ from that place?’
It was someplace in Texas; many states away.
So I said, ‘No.’
He then looked at me like I was crazy, hoping others around us saw and heard him.
He said, ‘Really? You haven’t? You gotta try it, man. I’m surprised honestly.’
So I asked, ‘Why? Is it really good?’
He told me, ‘Oh! I don’t know! I’ve never been there.’
I quietly put my carving knife down and looked right at him.
‘What the heck are you saying then? I ‘have’ to go to someplace? And I’m weird for not going to someplace that you have never been to? Had you ever heard about this place before the second this show came on?’ I exclaimed.
He was flushed red because he wanted so badly for everyone around us to think he’d been there and that I was not well off enough to go travel there.
So, I pressed him with question after question, ‘What is the place like? How was the food? What did you order? Oh right, you’ve never been there!’
He basically got up and walked away. The rest of the folks around were laughing so hard.”