Yesterday in the elevator of the Ritz-Carlton Tokyo(which I learned was actually a franchise and not run by the real Ritz-Carlton but that's another story), a friend I was with nudged me with her elbow, drawing my attention to two ladies standing behind us.
Dressed to the nines, every inch radiating wealth and snottiness. Body language that could perhaps be best described as, "haughty." I suddenly felt privileged to be breathing the same air in the same enclosed as them.
Which of course led us to speculating where they might be from. Have they not heard of the economic crisis that has brought low most parts of the world?
"Psst, they are carrying USD12,000 handbags," my ever-observant companion remarked.
Holy cow, someone please smite the people who would murder crocodiles to make those bags; I don't care how much they cost.
Then they spoke in the language and accent of the nouveau riche and all was revealed--mainland Chinese.
Not that I blame them for being well-off; it was just funny to see 2 chavs up close. They could be philanthropists for all I know.
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