It was in the middle of a Thursday afternoon. We were sipping coffee, discussing business right in the heart of Singapore. My eyes had darted to the other table more than once. There were a bunch of very young, very attractive looking people having a small little discussion of their own. Unlike ours though, theirs seemed to be purely a social meet. Minutes later a car drives up. It’s a handsome looking yellow Ferrari. We all turned and looked. Ferrari’s were my only dream car when I was growing up. Even till this day, I cannot pass by a Ferrari and not stare.
Out comes a young man looking like he was barely in his thirties. We glance at each other as we turned back to our drinks. You could almost read the words off our faces – Rich Man’s Son. There was little chance this guy could have afforded such a luxury on his own. Perhaps there were young multimillionaires driving Ferarri’s in this city… but I was pretty sure such men didn’t spend their Thursday afternoons sipping coffee keeping up with the Joneses.
I looked across the car park and realize that there was a Porche parked nearby, half a dozen Mercs, and at least four BMW’s scattered around. Not exactly an uncommon sight here in this land of riches called Singapore.
After coffee, we drove out of the building. As we did, we passed by a bus station. It was just after office hours and there were least a dozen people waiting for the bus.
What a city this is.
A dozen people waiting for the bus near a car park filled with at least a dozen luxury cars.
The cost of one of those Ferrari’s was probably more than what a dozen of these bus commuters earned in a year. I wondered if anyone else thought this was funny.
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