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I worked part time through high school to save up money for college, Then on day one of classes, I scratched a rich kid’s car door in the parking lot, and all my savings went to replacing his paneling.
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Something about expensive cars strikes me as similar to a rich person walking around town with a faberge egg balanced on their head, and then whoever jostles them on the sidewalk and knocks it off has to pay for the egg
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Yet another weird subtle wealth redistribution from the bottom to the top If he’d scratched my car, 50-50 odds on whether I’d notice, and if I did, he’d owe me like 50 bucks But because he decides to have a car that requires overseas shipments for minor tweaks, I go broke
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This feels like a metaphor or a synecdoche for some really entrenched way that the reality field of America works, where poor people have to pay rich people for the offense of accidentally being near them
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