The prompt reminds me of a female client in the bank where I worked.
She was related to a big industrialist family. They prospered with support from the uncles by way of lucrative employment, business opportunities and generous monthly allowances.
She would walk in pompously, and plonk her designer handbag on the table. Her ample frame was sparkling with diamonds.
A small compliment from me would invite a response,
“Oh, you like this pendant? This is cheap, just 90K. You should see how my daughter shops in a jewellery store.”
I lived in dread that her next move would be putting her feet on the table to show off the Jimmy Choos. Thankfully, it never happened 🙂
There was another guy who took a long time putting his signature on a form. He circled the pen and placed dots, as if he wanted to present himself in a larger-than-life manner. I gauged a personality disorder there, if we can call it that.
Then, he shot a nugget in a discussion on wasteful expenditure in mega-weddings.
“I hope you don’t mind, but you are an employee of the bank. If your daughter wants to marry my son, how will you be able to afford it?”
I told him that fortunately I don’t have a daughter or son. And I honestly felt lucky that it was true.
Later on, I found out that his projections were way beyond his actual status.
There were many more who would pompously declare,
“Oh, I met A and J in a party yesterday…”
I took some time to gather that he was referring to the promoter of the bank and his wife.
Then, they would proceed to negotiate for a waiver of small charges or ask for a higher rate of interest, owing to their ‘connections.’
It was a major relief to be out of that place, where a majority of clients claimed to be hobnobbing with the promoters from childhood. The claims were of course, highly exaggerated.