Bobos in paradise ...
While walking in the surf today, I started wondering if the sign that you’re making too much money means you can hire people to do your “menial” tasks for you. Yardwork. Housecleaning. Maybe you should have to do things like this for yourself. People who can afford it argue that they worked it and deserve to be waited on. But there’s something about being waited on that still bothers me. It makes me antsy. When we first arrived, Miss Joyce told us to ring a bell at the table whenever we needed her. We were both a little weird about that. Ringing a bell to summon someone just seemed so, well, colonial. So we didn’t do it. And it really threw off Miss Joyce. When we weren’t ringing, she was trying to guess when to serve the next course, clear plates, etc. It upset her, and she scolded us for not using the bell. So we sheepishly ring the bell now. Talk about your conflicted white liberal bobo luxury guilt vacation blues . . .
Posted by Bob Benz at July 15, 2003 1:57 PM
You know, if you feel you've rocked the universe out of balance by being waited upon for a full week, perhaps the only solution is to offer your services in return. I can't wait till you get baaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaack.
Posted by: Lovely Lady Lorna at July 15, 2003 3:31 PM