Tuesday, April 14, 2015

California Style

"If Britney Spears could survive 2007, you can get through this." - -                                     American motto of online encouragement

It's hard to believe there was a time when we had no Britney Spears, the pop princess from Louisiana, whose smile enchants us as her 55-hour marriage confuses us and her music puzzles us.

But, from all reports, Britney-biz is a lot better than mine and yours (most of you).  She's big in Las Vegas now, where you pay hundreds of dollars for a seat in a giant theater to watch her perform before you head to the gambling tables. So she's making a handsome dollar, and has enough income to buy a nice car.

Back here in Realtown, we're happy when we go the extra few dollars for a sliding moonroof, backup camera and built-in GPS, bringing the price of a new Isuzu to just a dollar less than grandpa spent for a whole house back in the day. But people in Britney's income neighborhood can shoot $150,000 for a new Mercedes G-Class and not even worry about the free car wash tickets.

By the way, "G-Class" to me will always mean "Geometry Class," and I would pay you $150,000 not to have to sit through that again.

But Britney, rich as she is, is still the girl next door, or at least down the block and around the corner, because over the weekend, she and her mom went down to the local soccer field in Calabasas, California to watch one of her sons play soccer...and parked their calabasses right on the hood of her expensive Mercedes Benz.

It's kind of like when Peggy and I used to ride out on a warm summer eve and sit on the tailgate of my old Toyota Tacoma pick-'em-up, swatting mosquitoes and sipping Egg Custard snowballs. I guess Britney and her mom, having spent all their money on this high-tone ride, had no money left over for snowballs. Or folding chairs.

Yes.  I'm sticking with that.

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