You sit around in the lobby watiing to be called up. The concierge offers you tea. You don't care about bloody Park Lane or the monied that live there; but although you don't care, you do care,that is what (extreme) wealth does to you.
Now tension starts creeping in, you realise it is stress but the stress takes no notice of your realisation and starts climbing all over you. Christ, I wasn't seeing double there was I? Pull you self together man, for God's sake.
At last!
"Take the lift to the 2nd Floor. sir."
Any apartment number when I get there?"
A smile, or was that a smirk from the Concierge? "No,just get out when lift stops on second floor, sir." I press the bell, the lift opens and one is in Aladddin's cave literrally. This is not an apartment, it is the size of department store. I am greeted and offered tea. We talk (about what I will keep in confidence). Just suffice to say amidst this extrodinary wealth, there are problems, medical problems tha run in the family.
I descend feeling that we are subject to genetic roulette and the dice falls unkindly for some. Maybe that is why they were so civil,humility oozed out of them.
I wait for a bus to get back to Victoria Station feeling ashamed that wealth had made me that tense.
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