My one ex-neighbor works at a dog shop for the megarich.

So, my one ex-neighbor who survived Katrina has been working lately at this one dog shop for the megarich in like the city's richest neighborhood, where she has to stand in a certain way at attention when she's not helping customers.

Many of the customers are residents, she said, and many are people who the clients pay to take care of their dogs.

To both, she sells like $200 doggie outfits and $60 angora sweaters for their dogs, and she was telling me about one woman who came in and bought like 6 and wanted next-day UPS shipping to send them out as presents.

"These people have nothing to do but shop," she was like.

She also said that the medium-level rich people can be mean to you since they have something to prove, but the truly rich people interact with you not in a mean or even a negative way, but rather in a way that shows that they're just not committed to caring positively or negatively about you in any way at all, since they're just in a different place than you.

"It's so weird," she was like.

She also also said that there's like 3 types of credit card, a black one with unlimited credit for billionaires, and then 2 types of tin ones that weigh a pound each, that are either for millionaires or for people with high wealth variability, like Wall Street traders.

"They make a huge f*cking clunk sound when they pull them out and drop them on the counter," she was like.

Also also also, sometimes she has to go to these ritzy downtown highrises, to take up a bag of dogfood that someone needs.

. . .

Such a weird world.  And they're so involved in brands and signalling, that it's like they entirely collapsed into themselves, and became high school all over again.