Sunday, September 16, 2007

Personal Assistant

One of those rare "Only in LA" type of moments happened yesterday. I was at Cost Plus Imports looking for cheap blinds for outside - found them - when I overheard what must have been two brothers arguing one aisle over.
"No that's not fair you HAVE TO."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do. You're my PERSONAL ASSISTANT. You have to do whatever I tell you to do."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do. You HAVE TO. You're my PERSONAL ASSISTANT! You have to do EVERYTHING I SAY!"

Back in my day (hi grandpa!) we had slaves. It's nice to know that we've moved beyond fraternal slavery. But it did creep me out to know that one aisle over this kid must have parents who have a personal assistant. Must suck to have that job.


Rachel said...

Oh god! And can you imagine how they treat their nanny?!?!?!

The T-Dude said...

I think I just threw up in my mouth a little. I really dislike spoiled kids. In my house, calling someone Veruca (as in Veruca Salt from Willy Wonka) is a clear request for modification of selfish behaviour.

Rachel said...


Jim said...

But I want a goose! I want it now! (foot stamp)

Lewis said...

Wwwwaaaahhhhh......I'm a baby and spoiled rotten. Boo hoo.

georg said...

My PA asked his PA to do the things he didn't like to do, btw his PA is far cuter and better in bed than my PA is. Oops!