Not me,but my father
If you saw him in the street,you'd think he's a tramp
Coat falling to bits,tatty trousers held up with string,moth eaten jumpers and boots held together by a wish and a prayer
He also smells faintly of soil (he's a gardener) and always has dirt under his nails
Hes a multi millionaire but has been thrown out of posh shops for being so scruffy
It amuses him as he always pays in cash and can dump a few k on jewellery (my mother is obsessed with expensive jewellery-the jeweller he does go to adores him and treats him as the valued customer he is)
That,a few bottles of beer and a new motorbike every 3 years are the only things he buys as anything else is a waste of money
He once walked into a shop and asked to do a part exchange on the bike he wanted
The bloke looked him up and down with a snear and made a really silly offer on his bike (about 2k less than what he wanted and knew he could get)
My father looked him up and down back,walked out and went down the road,got a good deal and paid the rest in cash
My friend happened to be dating the shop bloke who'd assumed my father was skint and went green when he released he'd let a good deal slide through his fingers
Never assume anything-my father will never go back to that shop so they not only lost out on that sale,but many more over the years
The fact my father is loaded isn't relevant to me-im nc with him and will never get a penny out of him now or when he goes
I'd rather be poor than put up with my mother's abuse and him enabling her