"Poor People Don't Know How It Works": 30 Wild Activities That Only The Filthy Rich Could Even Think Of

There's a company that hires male models to just hang out naked on a few islands for a while. The customers (almost entirely old, wealthy gay guys) take pictures of them from a distance. It's pretty much like that Pokemon Snap game for gay fellas. The models get paid a few thousand and the customers pay far above that.

One of my best friends owns over 33 fast food locations in Texas. They were constantly having theme parties where they would hire a company to come in and completely redo their house. They had a casino party where the company they hired removed all furniture from the first floor of the house and put in blackjack tables, slot machines, roulette wheel, etc. They had a complete Vegas-style buffet, 3 bars & they gambled with real money, not chips.

Every year before Christmas, Neiman Marcus comes out with a catalog of insanely expensive items. One year they had decided to buy a Lexus convertible that was being sold in the catalog. When the catalog came out they were on vacation and somehow they both ended up ordering the Lexus convertible. Not too sure why they didn't check with each other first to see who was going to order it but I guess when you have a lot of money it really doesn't matter. And that's just the tip of the iceberg with this family. With all that said, they were the nicest, sweetest, most caring family I have ever met. They didn't let the money go to their head and that's very hard to find these days.

I work retail in a really rich area and you'd be surprised at the amount of obviously rich people who steal just for the thrill of it.

Being a salesman, I can usually spot a wealthy person based on their clothes or how they talk or even how they walk.

A fair amount of these people, from 11 to 60 years old, will just straight up shoplift just because they think they can. Partially because they dont think a 60 dollar item has any real value.

I just learned the other day that wealthy families go on "shopping trips" to other states just for shopping.

Never considered that some people might say "hey this weekend, let's fly to New York and get some new stuff." without having an underlying reason to be there (visiting family, business, tourism)

Also, my friend growing up had another friend who had a legit Giraffe taxidermied (?) in his bedroom that was multiple stories.

My mother was the private nurse for a family that owns the companies that make hospital beds, service equipment (like bedpans) as well as caskets. They also owned the companies that made the stuff for the products, like the screws. The whole supply chain. AFAIK, they are one of the largest makers of these products in the world. Good chance that anyone you know that stayed in a hospital used their equipment in some way.

The kids of the families would have piñatas filled with candy just because. They had birthday rooms. Like rooms in the mansions reserved just for birthday parties for the kids. When I visited, I would drive my "personal" corvette big wheel they got just for me up and down their hallways..

They are super Catholic. When the matriarch of the family died, she was buried in a marble and gold casket. They took the roses from her funeral and had them compressed into beads, which were made into rosaries.

The family was also super charitable and generous. Incredibly virtuous and friendly. Ran several soup kitchens, donated beds to people for in-home care. Usually anonymously.

My father said that they'd have parties and the men would go into the "Library" and drink liquor that cost $4k per pour.

I remember watching Disney films that were in the theater still in their own personal theater.

The coolest thing I ever received from them was a nice check that covered 1st year expenses and a letter congratulating me on my enrollment into college. My family never told them I got in. They just knew. That's also when I found out that one of the dormitories at the school is named after them.

Unrelated, a brother in my fraternity is so wealthy, that they bought the mansion next to theirs to turn into a garage to house their hundreds of motorcycles and F1 cars, mostly Lotus and Ferrari.

Another brother had no idea how to mop floors because the maids always did it at his house. We found out when he just poured the bucket of water onto the floor.

Third, a friend was so wealthy that the super-snooty, top-donor society to belong to at my university was named after his family.

I also went to a high school that the majority of my class had kids that drove Mercedes, hummers, cadillacs, etc. the occasional Bentley. sons and daughters of factory owners, athletes, etc.

And I drove a 1994 Ford F-150. Which I upgraded to a 1992 Smurf-blue Ford Escort. Being surrounded by wealth and wealthy friends, but never being wealthy is an interesting feeling. Generally positive, because I know that I have the connections and support to get out of a bind if absolutely necessary

There's a Russian mobster who lives in either Great Neck or King's Point (two towns very near one another on Long Island), I forget which, who designed his house to be a miniature version of the Palace of Versailles. My friend and his daughter drove up to look at it when it was still being constructed, and two heavily-armed guards came popping out of the bushes at them. My friend's daughter speaks Russian, so she says something like, "My dad and I just wanted to see the house", so one of the guards gets on his walky-talky, and then comes back and says to them, "My boss says the girl can come inside, but her father has to stay out here."

My friend's daughter said HELL TO THE NO, and they drove off.

I've never seen the house from the front, but I've kayaked past it and the guy has giant statues in his backyard.

Having house managers at all of their properties. These people coordinate all the domestic staff, and manage the properties so that they are instantly liveable at a moment's notice (down to the flowers of choice in every room) even if the owners only come in for a week or two in a year.

Their secretaries will usually call the house manager the day before saying "oh they'll be in london for a few days" and the manager will arrange everything from the pickup from the airport in the cars he knows each member prefers, coordinate with the secretaries to figure out any appointments they may have, instruct the chef to make their favourite menus.... all of this is done without any input from the owner. That's what they pay for.

I used to work for a travelling Performing Arts company. We had a performance in Boston and while there a board member wanted to take the entire company of about 20 people to her favorite Italian restaurant. At the same time there was a boil order on the local water because of a broken water main. Even though the pasta would have been cooked in boiling water and therefore been safe, that was not good enough. Instead, all of the pasta was boiled in Perrier. Let me tell you, that was some of the best damn pasta I've ever tasted!

Buy property in London and dig out the basement 2-3 stories for conversion to luxury living.

The following is a true story based on real events

"Hey -whostolemyusername- you wanna fly down on my jet to Myrtle Beach and Golf tomorrow?"

"uh...I have work...sorry"

Some context: This was years ago. I was 17, the kid was 19 and his Dad owned an oil company - yes, an oil company. They were going to Myrtle Beach for business and invited my Dad and I who couldn't go because we actually had to work for money.