Walking down Sloane Street is not walking. It’s a catwalk that you didn’t get the memo for. Everyone is wearing sunglasses, even in November rain, and their dogs wear cashmere coats that cost more than your winter jacket.
I once saw a man arguing with a chauffeur about the correct temperature for his car’s seat warmers. The chauffeur nodded seriously, as if they were discussing nuclear disarmament. It’s a world where minor inconveniences are treated like national emergencies.
The Awkward Grocery Run
Forget your local Sainsbury’s. The nearest grocery store is a Waitrose that feels like a museum. You’ll walk past a display of artisan butter that costs £12 and realize you have to ask permission to touch the avocados.
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I once saw a woman buy a single lemon. Just one. The cashier wrapped it in tissue paper. I almost laughed, but then I remembered my own sad, single apple from Lidl. We’re not the same, but we both left feeling slightly judged by our produce.
