This thread made me realize that I don't know very many "rich" people and of those, not one is a woman who made her own substantial money apart from what her husband made. Nope, can't think of one right now. Maybe one will come to me in a bit.
TecRecAg said:That's awesome.FNG said:
And she once paid in full for a new Cadillac and had the custodian get the commission check for the sale because nobody on the sales floor would help her. She had the custodian show her a car. She had showed up to buy the car after she got through working flower beds. The sales people ignored her.
Tatem said:
My mom. Grew up in poverty and is now worth double digits millions
She owns a logistic company and has invested in some real estate over the years
I will say-money changes people though
She's a different person than she was before she amassed her fortune
She sucked weiner moreinfinity ag said:Tatem said:
My mom. Grew up in poverty and is now worth double digits millions
She owns a logistic company and has invested in some real estate over the years
I will say-money changes people though
She's a different person than she was before she amassed her fortune
Different in what way? Does she treat you differently?
this sounds an awful lot like "my big fish" taleFNG said:TecRecAg said:That's awesome.FNG said:
And she once paid in full for a new Cadillac and had the custodian get the commission check for the sale because nobody on the sales floor would help her. She had the custodian show her a car. She had showed up to buy the car after she got through working flower beds. The sales people ignored her.
It really was. Kind of a legendary story in our family. I've heard it a few times.
It was a Saturday. It was maybe 1980 or so? She always drove a Cadillac, except for a period in the late 60's when she drove Mustangs.
She had loaned her car to a business associate who was going to be entertaining clients that day. Probably lunch, drinks, and an Astros day game or something.
She worked flower beds all morning. Was dirty. Wearing yard-working clothes. Probably a hat.
Business associate calls her in mid-afternoon and say he has been in an accident. Nobody seriously injured but the car is badly damaged. My aunt gets in touch with insurance, yadda yadda. She ain't waiting on their check to get a new ride.
She gets a cab or a ride from a neighbor down to the Caddy dealership. She usually lived ITL in the Tine. Seemed to move a lot, maybe every couple years. But always lived along Richmond or Westheimer or Bissonnet or that area. Went to whatever Caddy/GM dealer was over that way.
Brings her checkbook. Don't recall if it was personal checkbook or business. Not sure if the car was "hers" or had been purchased by the business by her for her to use for business, which she did a lot of back then.
She probably looked like a homeless person. The sales sharks didn't circle at all. She didn't look like a River Oaks or West U or Memorial or Southampton stepford wife that day.
She knew what she wanted. Same car she had been driving. El Dorado.
She sees a young Hispanic man sweeping or cleaning over towards the back and grabs him and asks him to show her a car.
They go out on the lot, she finds the color and options she wants on the sticker. Sales sharks see them walking back and start to butt in and send the custodian away so they can swoop in and take the sale.
She asks for the general manager. He comes out.
She says that she is buying that car today. Will you take my check? Oh, and this young man that helped me will get the commission for the sale.
The GM and the sharks had a fit. She said "you would not give me the time of day when I walked in here and judged me by how I look. I'm buying this car outright today and that young man is getting his cut."
The GM relented and said he would be sure the custodian got paid.
She said "get the dealership's checkbook. You will pay him his commission while I watch or I'll go drive home a car from another dealership today."
They wrote the custodian a check. She wrote her check. Drove her new car home.
She was one of those people that was going to be successful no matter what field she went into.
Her right-hand was a beautiful woman named Dori, who found herself out of a job when my aunt retired pretty young.
Dori ended up being Victoria Principal's executive assistant or whatever the title was after my aunt moved away from big city life. They kept in touch. Dori would bring her dad and whatever much younger guy she was dating to visit my aunt a couple times per year. She said Victoria paid well and was one of the most beautiful women you would ever see, and there were perks of being around all the stars, but she was very demanding and had diva tendencies.
MF Barnes could only wish for some of the stuff my aunt accomplished.
Agasaurus Tex said:
I remember reading a similar story about Tillman Fertitta. He walked into an exotic car dealership dressed like an ordinary guy and nobody paid any attention to him. Pissed him off to the point that he bought the dealership.
Post Oak Motor Cars.Agasaurus Tex said:
I remember reading a similar story about Tillman Fertitta. He walked into an exotic car dealership dressed like an ordinary guy and nobody paid any attention to him. Pissed him off to the point that he bought the dealership.
Danny Vermin said:
My next door neighbor is the owner and inventor of poo pourri and worth about 50 million.
Suzy is worth much more than 50 million.Danny Vermin said:
My next door neighbor is the owner and inventor of poo pourri and worth about 50 million.
asking the real questionsShife said:
Who cares? Why is she out of the kitchen and not making sandwiches?!
Danny Vermin said:
My next door neighbor is the owner and inventor of poo pourri and worth about 50 million.