We received a lovely red envelope in the mail yesterday. Well, I say "we". Actually, it was addressed to my husband. Early on in our thirty-odd year marriage, we established this rule: what's HIS is mine and what's MINE is mine. So, after I admired the weight of the mystery packet for a split second, I ripped it open. A card bearing the word Free Gift immediately grabbed my attention. My inner bargain-hunting beast stirred from it's murky depths, rumbling with a hungry growl. "Free? We LUVZ free." Interest captured, I read the rest of the colorful card, then exploded with an unrestrained snort.
"What's so funny?" Hubby asked, peering over my shoulder at HIS mail.
Tapping on the card, I drew his attention to the following statement (direct quote from the card):
"This limited time offer is extended only to a select group of candidates whose lifestyles match our world class community."
"Did you know we had a lifestyle?" I asked as I pushed up the sleeve of my favorite faded sweatshirt currently sporting enough dog hair to build another pet.
Hubby grinned and replied, "I think they'd be a little surprised if we showed up at their establishment."
Now, don't get me wrong. I consider us extraordinarily wealthy. Our cozy little home brims with character, fairly bursting at the seams with love and laughter. We each have our own vehicle and more than enough food to satisfy our needs.
But hubby and I are a down-to-earth, middle-class couple and we've got a rather bad habit of speaking our minds when we're so inclined. My idea of a rocking good time is sitting in the porch swing in my backyard watching Hubby grill steaks for our family. Oh --and hot dogs and marshmallows. Our granddaughter's not too wild about steak.
Yes. We've traveled a bit --after working overtime to foot the bill and then scheduling vacation from our jobs. And while I consider us rich beyond measure, I don't think we fit the mailer's definition of "select group of candidates".
When it's all said and done, I believe the MAIN reason we don't fit into this elite group is because we don't want to be a part of their community. Their aloof statement offended me. Who are they to judge?
So, they are welcome to keep their free gift (a set of golf clubs - complete with a bag and yes, Hubby has been known to play cow pasture pool on rare occasions). Hubby and I choose to pass on this offer. I think we're going start our own elite community and we're going to let everyone join...even them. But they have to bring their own hot dogs.