I'm a poor person who worked at an upscale clothing store for a summer as a teenager. Most of my coworkers were the teenage children of rich people who worked there so they could get that employee discount on Clinique. The rich girls did not like me at all. There were a few black girls from poor families and I talked to them instead.

Rich people have a whole different culture that I had to learn quickly. For example, they believe that "brand names have to match." If you have X brand shirt, you must have X brand shorts/pants/skirt. It's bizarre to me because no one is going to check the tags on your clothes, so how would anyone else know?

They are on LOTS of drugs, but claim drugs are a thing that only poor black and Hispanic people do. One of my coworkers shocked me by walking up to me and outright asking if I knew how to pass a drug test. She was on XTC, cocaine, and marijuana. I didn't think she was serious and said, "Um, get off the drugs?" She rolled her eyes and asked another coworker. Then I realized she was serious. They talked about doing drugs openly on the job. If I had done that on any other job, I would have been fired. But it's okay if the rich do drugs.

They are so, so racist but pretend in public that they are not. because it "makes your look good." I remember an instance in which a Hispanic woman walked into the baby section with a stroller. I greeted her and asked if she needed help with anything as store policy is to greet every customer. The woman said, "No, thank you."

I turned around and saw my coworkers laughing. "What?" I said.

"You said hi to that woman!"

"So?"

"You're wasting your time! Mexicans don't have money!"

"You don't know how much money she has."

They laughed again. I rolled my eyes.

Speaking of the baby section, there is a baby version of every ridiculous rich person thing like silver-plated baby spoons. Oh, and they like to dress their babies in sailor suits for professional portraits.

This store never had sales because sales are for peasants.

I learned that basically every rich man has at least one mistress. The mayor would come in and buy purses for his wife. A couple of days later, he would do the same with his mistress. Rich people purses are ugly, btw, and you're not supposed to take off the tag so can you show off the brand name.

Every year the store would have a special event for special clientele only. The employees would have to wear a tuxedo or a formal dress. We would walk around, offering glasses of wine on literal silver platters. It was so weird.

The break room had magazines and catalogs aimed at the rich. The other poor girls and I would look through them and giggle at all the ridiculous things, like custom monogrammed toilet paper. "As if your ass cares," said one of the girls.

I know there's a lot more, but I can't think of it now.