PopCrunch put up a hilarious post about T-shirts not to wear when meeting your girlfriend’s parents. Seeing as banks these days are almost as threatening as angry parents (angry parents yell when provoked; banks simply collapse and disappear), Business Pundit went on a search to find money-oriented T-shirts out there that no normal citizen wants to see.
Picture waiting in line for a bank teller. You turn around, and the person behind you is wearing one of the T-shirts listed below. Which T-shirt–and possible conversation–would irritate you the most?
Yes, that’s right, I’m a mortgage broker! Oh wait, yours defaulted? Jeez, I’m sorry. Know anybody who needs one? No, a*hole? Did you just call me an…I see…I’m going to go get some coffee now.
I’m proud of what I do, because I do it right. You want money, you say? Sorry about that. Can you wait 60 days?
Subprime doesn’t affect me. Heck, I’m not even sure what it is. I think my house in the Caymans is due for a refinance. Do you have a place in the Caymans? Why not? You should get one.
Man, I am so sick of hanging out at my folks’ vacation home on Kauai. Where do you think I should travel next? I was thinking of yachting to Easter Island, but, you know, it takes like for-*ever*…
I make make a fortune off of oil speculation. And did you know they’re opening a betting pool around the number of foreclosures slated to hit the market this year? Those poor bastards could make me $10 grand in a week if I play it right.
I am *so* glad that the subprime thing didn’t hit me. I swear, we escaped by the skin of my husband’s holiday bonus. Aren’t we lucky?
8. The Retiree in Denial
I just kind of felt like retiring at 55. Everything worked out for me. I don’t understand why the AARP keeps publishing all these pieces on how to protect your retirement assets. Mine are just fine.
9. The US Department of the Treasury Buff
The Treasury building in DC is amazing! Have you seen it? I’m going to write Henry Paulson and thank him for running such a venerable institution. Think I should address him as Hank?
My toy chihuahua just chewed through the alligator skin covering on my Rolls Royce’s steering wheel. So annoying. Now I have to, like, custom-order a brand new one.
I don’t get why people want to take away Wall Street executives’ golden parachutes. We worked for every cent!
How much money do *you* have in the bank? ‘Cuz, you know, *I* have money in the bank. In case you didn’t notice.
I think that “filthy rich” means making at least $50 million off savings account interest every year. What’s been your experience?
You got real estate? Yeah? Well, me too. Want to know how many properties I own?
I don’t read the newspapers at all. They’ve gotten so boring. All they talk about is these boring old men in a big boring building talking about lame money stuff. I mean, who cares?
I have some money. Can you believe that? A year and a half ago, I was smart enough to take all of my money out of the financial sector and put it in Yemeni carpet bomb bonds. It’s been doing so very well there. Why didn’t you do the same thing?
People in school always told me I was ugly. But you know what? I’m hot, because I’m a .com millionaire. Chicks look right through my Rubik’s cube collection and armpit stains. Because I’m rich. I’m hot and I’m rich. Want to hang out in my hot tub?