…And it’s not even a joke.
I’m not one to laugh, too hard, at other people’s misfortunes. In fact, unless someone’s smart fortwo ends up in a river, I’m actually pretty compassionate. But I think my level of compassion for people tapers as their bank accounts rise.
Do I feel bad for the unemployed family man who gets his only car stolen? Of course. Do I shed a tear for the blonde driving the Bentley who smashes into a number of other exotic supercars? Ummm… no. Well, maybe, but the tear will come at the sight of an injured Aston Martin and not for the loaded socialite who caused an exotic automotive Armageddon.