zip-code aristocrazy

i went shopping monday (something i loathe, but it’s a must 2 or 3 times a year). as i was checking out at one store the sales clerk asked for my zip-code. i was a little surprised at how sheepish i felt when responding “55522”… why?

it just so happens that i live in my fair city’s most “aristocratic” zip-code. in fact, one particular cotillion group will only let your kids attend if you live in my zip-code. ridiculous.

so when giving out my zip-code, it’s hard not to follow up with, “but i promise i’m not a snob… please don’t judge me!”

which is funny… because for some, to be in a homeowner in my zip is to have arrived.

and then some could care less, i suppose.

me, i get a little embarrassed. not embarrassed enough to move.


One thought on “zip-code aristocrazy

  1. Anne Marie says:

    I had no idea 🙂 That is pretty swell, though!

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