Out of a luxury private jet came Tom Sloane, his sister Elsie, and for some reason Charles Ruttheimer III, who was talking to the others.
"So the people at Sprint told me that they cut my cell bill in half I was like... why?"
They then reached a small golf cart which was chauffeured for them by an attractive servant.
"I guess it was to save you money on your rate plan..." Elsie commented as they were driven to their cars.
"But why?" Charles ask, clearly lost.
"So you can spend more money on stuff you want." She replied as the cart came to a stop.
"But I have all the stuff..." Charles said to himself as he and the Sloanes got into their convertibles and drove to another private jet, "I'm rich."
The three of them then got out of the cars and walked swiftly towards the jet, in front of the bottom steps were two more servants with platters of champagne and lobster.
"Where are we going?" Elsie asked as they ignored the offered food.
"A basketball game." Tom answered back.
"Great, sports!" Elsie cheered as they climbed up the steps and entered the jet.
As soon as the trio were out of range the girl with the lobster couldn't resist saying, "Well, this was pointless."
"What makes you say that?" The girl with the champagne asked.
"They only moved like five feet from one jet to another. Is this normal?"
"Yup," was the reply, "This is pretty much par of the course."