>> Does anyone else get a kick out of "hiding" your wealth? So a number of people are commenting along the lines of "why would you want to care what others thi

>> Does anyone else get a kick out of "hiding" your wealth? So a number of people are commenting along the lines of "why would you want to care what others think" but I get where you're coming from. One of the occasions I remember being most tickled by, for -hours- after it happened, was when I was walking to work, wearing just street clothes, my laptop in my backpack, and a woman in a pantsuit asked if I needed help. I was legitimately confused, but then realized - I was walking through a parking deck, underneath a bunch of corporate offices, early in the morning. From her perspective, I was a vagrant. From mine, I lived in the nearby luxury condos/apartments that shared the parking deck (it was a mixed use build, residential, commercial, corporate), was headed to a software job where jeans and a hoodie were expected, belongings are carried in backpacks not suitcases, and the easiest way to get to the shuttle stop on the other side of a super busy street was to go under it via the parking deck. Another time was when I was buying my first suit with my mom, and got given a massive discount that was not advertised, because the proprietor could see we weren't dressed expensively. We were dressed fine, street clothes, and could afford full price, but he assumed we couldn't (but my mom being a divorced school teacher and me not working yet, the discount was appreciated). It's not caring what others think, it's finding amusement in the way assumptions and expectations play out.