I’m older and no longer care about what other people think.
decades ago I knew a guy who was old money, very old money and a lot of it. He drove a Volvo station wagon bought new 20 years earlier and would be driven until it gave up the ghost. A group of us from work went to his apartment as we were traveling with him and he needed something from home. His apartment was the entire floor and penthouse and at Darling Point in Sydney. Today, value in the tens of millions. He had paintings on the wall that I’ve seen photos of in books. Nancy who was somewhat bored while waiting leant on a table, half sitting on the edge. I swooped in and removed her butt from it! You don’t sit on tables, let alone a Chippendale piece.
His family, well his forbearer had a few sheep and was on our Australian $2 note. And he would never have said.
That is what I would call CLASS!