What About Snob?

I received a phone call yesterday. And now my disposition, which is generally cheery, has been soured. Of course, I'm sure you want to hear all about it. Okay then, you shall.
Let me preface this by mentioning that our fall issue of Chesterfield Living Magazine is now out. And, if I must say so myself, it looks marvelous. The cover story features Reed's Landing, one of the county's premier communities. There is a beautiful picture on the cover taken in one of the Reed's Landing homes.
So, there I was, sitting at my desk, basking in the afterglow of the release of the magazine, when I get a phone call from Thurston Howell, III. Well, actually it wasn't really Thurston Howell, III. But it was from an effete snob who was doing a pretty good impersonation. Only he wasn't trying; that's really the way the guy talks.
Seems this poor little rich man was upset that we only mentioned one builder and one realtor in Reed's Landing. "I just want to make you aware of the fact that Billy Stinson is not the only builder in Reed's Landing," he whined.
"I'm very well aware of that," I told him. I have nothing against rich guys. But, haughty, self-assuming windbags is another story.
I highlighted this particular builder, Billy Stinson, along with realtor, Karen Berkness, because they were very accommodating. Actually, I had phoned other realtors - those who deal in estate properties - in putting the story together, but most had reacted as if I were a wart on the butt of life.
Billy and Karen were very helpful. And, may I add, they acted just like regular folk. (I'd also like to thank the homeowners who very very gracious in allowing us to photograph their home.) Somehow I can't see Mr. Gotrocks (name has been changed in case you couldn't figure that out) being nearly so accommodating or so down-to-earth. He did conclude the conversation by saying, "If eveh I can offah you any assistance, please do not hesitate to contact me." At least he didn't call me "boy."
I started to ask him if I could borrow fifty bucks, but, exercising my good judgement, I refrained. I know this is just a minor irritation, but, just in case my caller is ever in the online slums and comes across my blog, I just want to let him know that despite his polished, big-boy dictionary words, and his Southern charm, he's as transparent as my (former) mother-in-law's bourbon-rich egg nog.
But, being the gracious Southerner that I am, may I say, "If evah, Suh, you have the need to talk down to someone, may I please offah my assistance." Gee, maybe that sounds sarcastic.
And, because I do happen to, as a rule, like wealthy people, may I just add, that I'm not belittling Southern aristoracy. I even eat FFV cookies. But there are some folks who are just plain, mind-numbingly, tedious. And, you, Suh, are one of them.