I’ve been called spoiled my entire life so now I own it and never contest the idea.
But after a mixer with some Oliver kids in different boarding schools I learned that others thought of all Paulie’s as inherently spoiled.
“Who cleans your bathroom?” asked Kenny, my friend who attended a school in Pennsylvania.
“We have someone who cleans it.” I didn’t see how this was a big deal.
“You have someone? You know who we have – us. We clean our bathrooms.”
“That sucks. I have a hard enough time keeping my room clean. I don’t think I could manage the bathroom.”
“Brats – all of you.”
“Jealous much?” He could only smirk.
Spoiled or not we had a lot of work to do.
And it really was all I could handle trying to pass room inspections.