One thing I hate is when people with money pay for me. When I lived in NZ I met a guy at work who used to wear a sponge bob square pants tshirt that had holes i

One thing I hate is when people with money pay for me. When I lived in NZ I met a guy at work who used to wear a sponge bob square pants tshirt that had holes in it and was like 10 years old. And some old shorts. If you didn’t know any better you would think he got pulled in off the street. Yet he’s one of the nicest people I’ve met and never flaunted the fact he was a multimillionaire. When we went to lunch at wendys he would pay, the next day I would pay. (This opposed to others who are always “nah I got this” all the time who make me feel like I can’t afford anything) I don’t care if people have money. As long as they are nice people. But I’ve met people who flaunt their money and I simply just don’t talk to them. Got more important things to worry about than listen to someone gloat. (I don’t have money. Just pay slip to pay slip saving a little bit each month and hoping I’ll be able to afford a house oneday)