There Goes Mister Humbug
I have a different angle. I used to work for a billionaire and we would go to lunch once a week at a Subway near our office. He would always load up on salt and pepper packs, napkins, coffee stirrers etc. It was like he took joy in getting over on the restaurant.
He also invited me to a college football game and had me come to his house to meet him beforehand. Dude had like a 7 car garage full of luxury vehicles, but insisted that I drive us in my ‘02 Jetta with a cracked windshield (this was around ‘09).
He complained about my car on the way to the game and once we made it in to the game I bought all the snacks for him and his two sons. The seats weren’t even that good. Story Credit : Reddit / tzip34