She came back from LA, and she gave me this nice bag, a
Givenchy. It had this huge picture of a barking dog on the
side. It was mean-looking.
Tiffany: “What’s up with the dog?”Jada: “Oh, I know you can’t aĉord security, so this
should keep the mopes off you.”Tiffany: “Thank you, Jada, that is so sweet.”She left the price tag on, it was like $1200. I was like, Oh
yeah! I struck gold.
Tiffany: “Oh my God, I’m taking this right to the
pawnshop, and I’m gonna get my light bill paid for the
rest of the year.”Jada: “You cannot do that, that’s bad luck.”Tiffany: “What are you talking about?”Jada: “You’ve got to use it for at least six months
before you can give it away. Or sell it. That is how you
have to deal with a gift.”Tiffany: “Oh, that’s what rich people do?”Jada: “Yes Tiffany . . . it’s what we do.”