Occasionally, I buy a Powerball ticket. I realize I’m not going to win, but for anywhere between one to three days, I can pretend that I might have a chance and figure out what to do with my winnings.
So while flying between my vast Italian properties and Las Vegas hotels, I’d need to develop some eccentricities. Rich people have them. Poor people have them as well, but they’re just called ‘crazy habits’.
One of mine, I think, would be that for anyone to visit me, they’d need an appointment. No just ‘dropping by’. You need an appointment. ‘But I was in the neighborhood!’ Sorry, you need an appointment. I can squeeze you in tomorrow at 2pm.
That would totally be my crazy perk…