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 single day’s work in your life.”
“I’m afraid that’s so.”
The laborer thought it over and said, “Well, you haven’t missed a thing.”