Didn't happen to me directly but my mom relayed over the phone something that happened the other day-- (
my internal reactionary thoughts in italics)
1. At a small family gathering, with those in her generation (her siblings and their spouses). One of my aunts notices my mom's etoupe GP30 as she's getting up to leave. Bursts out with: OMG where did you get that bag?! It's like 10 grand! (
uhh, highly inaccurate) ... and it's in that rare elephant color too!
(Do people really call it that? Etoupe is not rare...)
2. Mom responds that it was a gift from me/her daughter, so "I don't know about any of that. All I know is that she knows my retirement lifestyle is casual and I can be rough with my bags, so she thought this would suit my needs". My aunt proceeds: Is she a VIP? I heard it's soooo hard to get.
(No, I am not and it's definitely not difficult to get at all. Where in the world is she getting her misinformation.)
3. Mom: I have no idea. I need to go home, we need to feed the dog.
4. My uncle and his wife (whom, I'm sorry to say, have always been petty, jealous, selfish bullies - and whom have unwarrantedly targeted my mom in the past) sit there in silence (which is RARE) and stare with their beady green-eyed monster looks. (Admittedly, this was my favorite part

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The weird thing is that my aunt - and not to be crass - is exceptionally wealthy and she even owns a Lindy herself, so how is she so ill-informed about H? She could be one of those VVIPs herself!