I am annoyed.

Time for a good rant…

The richie rich in Malibu strut the grounds of the Malibu Country Mart disregarding community etiquette.

Sunday we stopped there for an early dinner because the traffic was ridiculous, yet again…1 hour to drive 5 miles home.

We sat in the lovely playground area that has Adirondack chairs to lounge in along with tables and benches.

We were lazing behind the benches that surround the sandy island that anchors the playground equipment.

I happened to look up and see a man with bulging muscles stuffed into a hideous Tommy Bahama shirt two sizes too small and was now reduced to a  midriff top similar to what all the teenage girls were parading around in.

He sported a puka shell necklace, an accessory I had not seen since the 1980s. He probably made the purchase as the local Fred Segal for $200!

His young daughter was running around, vocalizing. It appeared time to depart and his miniskirted wife screamed at him to help carry the kid’s paraphernalia. He declined and walked away stuffing a sandwich into his mouth with the hand that sported the Rolex Oyster Perpetual watch. The barefoot daughter scampered after him.

The wife was outraged and grabbed the little boy and asked him if he wanted to eat his French fries.

He declined and she tossed the fries, the pile of unused napkins and ketchup on the gleaming, shellacked bench and departed.

The garbage can was literally a maximum of 10 steps away and she passed it on her way out, flip flopping along in her overpriced Gucci slides.

Her marquise shaped tacky diamond barely sparkled on her finger. She maintained a death grip on the little boy probably impaling him with her long, pointed bright white claws.

I was outraged.

A sudden wind blew the napkins around and dumped the ketchup on the pavement. The botoxed bitch probably thought that the “help” would dispose of the uneaten fries.

These two are bringing up kids who will probably be just like them…entitled.

Rant completed…fade to black.