There is a problem with the rich people.
My son popped in to visit.
Seeing my unsmiling face, he said with love and concern, "What's wrong, Mom? You look so down."
"It's the rich people", I said. "I am so sick and tired of them."
His concern deepened.
"Did some of the rich people be mean to you?" he asked protectively.
"No!", I cried out. "That is just the problem. They are so danged nice! And they are so nice to me."
My son started to laugh.
"What's wrong, Mom? Did the rich people not even leave you the moral high ground?"
Seeing the look on my face, he laughed some more as he put his arm around me.
"Damn them for feeding the orphans!", he said. "How dare they!"
but aware you visited.