Caterer goes ballistic when he realizes I’m engaged, forces his way into my bedroom to steal my dirty underwear, breaks in the next night

Holy shit. You guys are RICH. Every other sentence feels like a flex, even though I know it wasn't intended that way.

If this was my family, we couldn't pay for all that deep cleaning, we'd just do our best and live in constant fear that we missed a spot. Then again, we couldn't afford a caterer in the first place. Not that that matters, because our house isn't even big enough to entertain groups too large to cook for. Then again, we wouldn't have anything to celebrate in the first place because we couldn't even afford medical treatment, we'd just end up going into debt over a cremation bill.

Money eliminates so many problems, but it's the problems it creates that really fascinate me.

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