I'm the Foolish Son of a Rich Family, and at 20 I Can't Even Mail a Package

Me: "Dad, what's a delivery service?"

Dad: "My fault, I forgot to explain. Say you buy a phone. The person who brings it to you is the delivery worker."

Me: "I get it. A delivery worker is the chairman of our family's phone company, right?"

Dad covered his forehead. "No. I forgot that the phone company is ours too... A delivery worker is, say, the person who brings a Hermes bag to your nanny."

Me: "Dad, I get it. A delivery worker is the general manager of our family's security company."

Dad was nearly in tears. Why couldn't he explain it?

"No, no... Remember that Lamborghini* you bought last time? The person who brought it over from Europe was a delivery worker."

Me: "I get it. The pilot of our family's plane is the delivery worker, right?"

Dad was going crazy. "Forget it, kid! Someone from a family like ours just can't understand what a delivery..."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.