Oh, how yuppies aggravate me.

Even though I fall squarely into the middle class demographic, there’s plenty of “upscale” shopping centers and other such nonsense around my home and workplace. As a result, stereotypical yuppies are everywhere. I used to think they only existed on television and movies, but the reality of the situation is, well…real. Not a week goes by where I don’t get cut off by some soccer mom, yapping to her friends about the trials and tribulations of not having to work while their husbands pull in a hefty six-figure salary.

One lunch spot I enjoy is Atlanta Bread, because they can actually make a decent bowl of chili. (Surprising, but accurate!) In case you’re unfamiliar with this franchise, Atlanta Bread is a yuppie haven. In fact, my local Atlanta Bread is smack-dab in the middle of an entire shopping center devoted to the yuppie lifestyle. So not only do I have to roll through there, avoiding Lexus drivers and trophy wives ignoring traffic laws because they’re obsessed with shopping, I also have to squeeze by them at Atlanta Bread just to get a bowl of fucking chili! And, of course, if they accidentally bump into me, it’s my fault; I get a dirty look instead of the proper “excuse me,” if I get any acknowledgement at all. More often than not, I’m ignored completely because their loud iPhone conversation is apparently more important. I’ve even been cut off in line by many a well-dressed businessman, as if their lives are somehow more important than anyone else’s. It’s rude, and highly annoying. I’m sorry, your wallet doesn’t give you the right to act like a dick.

I’m not saying that all upper middle class or otherwise affluent folks are yuppies. I’m just sick of the fact that there’s so many stereotypical jackasses sauntering around.