An eight-year-old girl walked into my girlfriend's store this past Friday followed by her 22-year-old personal assistant and hulking bodyguard. After telling the personal assistant to try on some clothes, the little girl picked out a bright-colored jacket and went to the counter.
"I'm buying this for my mom," she said.
"You sure this is your mom's size?" my girlfriend asked.
"It doesn't really matter," the girl replied.
She then reached into her Louis Vuitton purse, opened her Chanel wallet, and whipped out eight hundred-dollar bills. She then twirled around and walked out with her purchase and her people.
An eight-year-old girl.