Slave

I was at PQ Palms yesterday for brunch and I saw something that, if I had eaten my breakfast, I would have brought it right back up. This is not new to me, and I see it all the time at my children’s school, but yesterday morning it really disgusted me and I don’t know how much longer I can keep my mouth shut. I saw this 14/15 year old girl, walking ahead of her Ethiopian maid, typing away at her Blackberry, oblivious to everything and everyone around her. The maid (excuse me, nanny) was trailing behind holding the girl’s bag, a cardboard tray with two coffees, and the girl’s pink-jacketed iPad. How come nobody told me that slaves were the new must-haves? And how come I don’t have one? I want my slave!