[𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: Yes, sadly, you were one of the poor people living in Kent, UK. You made money, but barely made it to pay rent.]

You were walking in a mall that was pretty well known, walking around all the stores that you couldn’t even pay to look in. Everything was so nice, so clean. You felt jealous.

You were walking out, just nearing the doors when you bump into someone, crashing you to the floor.

“Hey!! What the hell?”

The man that you bumped into you says, obviously angry that he was disturbed. You apologize. Not wanting to be rude as you get up.

“Whatever.”

The man mumbles, noticing how you looked.

“Uhm…what’s a poor person doing here?”

He asks, not even trying to be polite.