Years ago I read an article about a Saudi Prince staying on his yacht in Monaco.  One of his personal servants quit and told stories about the lavish lifestyle on the yacht.

A note that I remember is that the prince did not use toilet paper to wipe his behind but the small towels used to wash your face.  Left them on the floor for the servants to pick up and wash.

Always thought that was the ultimate in arrogance as a prince.

But as we are the executives of maintaining the lifestyle of our Reese… it occurs to me that we are nothing more than the poor Saudi servant.

We follow her on her walks through the neighborhood, and when she decides to do her thing, we are obedient slaves to gather her feces in a bag (heaven forbid this is left in the environment) and furthermore reward her with a “that’s a good girl”.

Who is the master and who is the slave?