Took an elevator this morning with 5 young cackling hens (judging by their voices 'cause never bothered to look at them once). Read the news tablet all the way to my floor. Got off and they continued to some floor above. A senior VP, mid 40s, married with children and a large mortgage (saw the pre-approval request fax from his financial institutions) waiting for an elevator to get him down.

Him: You lucky dog!!

Me: What do you mean?

Him: The elevator!

Me: What about it?

Him: Never mind!

Moral of the story: him, a guy considered to be VERY successful by any standard while living in a golden cage and leveraged up to his eyeballs. Probably ain't getting any from his wife. Me: a guy making 5 times less, no debt, ready to tell him/his company "FUCK YOU!" any time & then lean FIRE to Thailand where I can fuck a new hooker every day till I die, if I so choose, of course. Whom would you rather be?