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Now that I think about it, I had a "friend" like that. He wasn't super wealthy, but when most of us were broke ass people living in apartments with one TV in the house, he had this nice modern house with a pool, gated driveway, and a housekeeper who would pick him up from school and walk him home.
My mom was kinda friends with the housekeeper, since we'd walk the same route home as they were picking us up from school, and that's how I became acquainted with him.
I remember going to his house once and we played his turbo grafx in his room for a bit... well more like he played and let me watch. He seemed pretty disinterested with it. I never got invited back or anything.
omg, the rich kid letting you watch....ugh, been there. that kid at my school had the nicest skate board you could buy and never once road it. Meanwhile we were mowing lawns to buy plywood for ramps, smoking weed, and chasing girls. I wouldn't have traded his isolated life for mine, but I doubt he ended up going through the tough times me and my friends did. Tough times don't build character, IMO, they just increase resentment towards the system.
the culture of the wealth gap (or intentional moat) has always been there, embedded in our everyday lives from birth to death. Temporarily embarrassed millionaires indeed.
Was he more excited about his cup-and-ball?