The man’s look became guarded, then insolently suspicious, hard. “Are these stolen?” He demanded. “Look buddy, it’s a long trip overland from southern Mexico dodging cartels. What we found down there will make us all millionaires. How and where we came from is none of your business. Check around. You know people; nothing in this amount is missing from anywhere. The coins are not stolen, and your attitude is completely ticking me off… A small amount of respect and courtesy is not too much to ask for,” I answered angrily…Actually, the man’s arrogance did make me mad. Rich smug guys don’t do a thing for me I’d figured out just how equal everybody is long ago.

              The Endless Times series Volume One: The Path of Kokopelli, page 120

              Sure, I have smug rich guy stories, for some reason, a few wanted to rub my nose in the fact they had more. Pulled firearms and fist-fists resulted before I had an epiphany. After seeing a steam room full of millionaires, I realized we all pull our pants on one leg at a time. In that environment, with no pants, nobody was any better; no muscle, no hired hands, no one to kiss their rear in a public place. It was a valuable, resounding, lasting lesson. So, remember, when some smug rich-ass tries to get your goat, think of him or her without any pants. A chuckle, while they insult you, might shut them up, or at least put a puzzled look on their face; for sure will improve your day, only you know what you’re worth. Ta ta.