Idly Rich
A young man, obviously of the upper class, was standing just outside the door of one of New York’s finest hotels, idly puffing at a cigarette, when he was approached by a man who was just as obviously of the laboring class. The laborer said to the young man, “Hey, I’ll bet your father is rich.” “Very rich,” said the upper-class fellow agreeably. “And all your life, you’ve always had everything you want.” “Just about.” “And you’ve never done a…


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