This, ladies and gentlemen, is what complete and total failure looks like.
You already know the end result, but let's set the scene. The seemingly wasted owner of a Porsche 918 Spyder (a ride that the guy's dad no doubt hooked him up with) is about to leave a fancy hotel in Saint-Tropez, France. With his girl in the passenger seat, the dude is determined to draw as much attention to himself as possible. Because that's what spoiled, rich kids have to do. It's practically seared into their DNA.
Now, Mr. Porsche Owner's big exit hinges on his ability to drive, and as you can see, he handles luxury sports just as poorly as he handles his alcohol. Once he hits the gas, the guy is clearly not ready for the Porsche's power and acceleration. He panics, nearly running over several people in the process, before finally crashing his ride in front of the whole crowd. What an idiot! Talk about karma seriously biting you in the ass.
Not really seeming to realize the gravity of the situation, this knucklehead just hangs around dopeishly, while the hotel workers clean up his mess and his girlfriend (or maybe soon-to-be ex-girlfriend) tries to hammer home what just happened. But, nothing is going on upstairs. Just one of those cymbal-banging monkey toys clanging about on loop.
Hopefully, the next car that Dad buys for this guy is one he can handle probably without making an ass of himself, and almost flattening a couple folks in the process. But, hey, if not, Dad will probably just buy him another one. And the cycle will just continue.
This post was originally published on March 28, 2019.