Livin in the Ritz

My family is definitely a "nose bleed or nothin" kind of family, and I'm completely fine with it. Everyone once in a while a privileged friend gives us a taste of the high class life. Last night it was Dale. He is one of our most dear friends. I don't think there is anyone else in this world like him. The first time we ever meet him he sat quietly in the corner of our living room and eventually disappeared into the kitchen and started doing dishes. It became a regular occurrence despite us begging him to stop. He loves to work. He has a thousand jobs just because he likes them. He was generous enough to let us use a couple of his Real season tickets. None of us gnomes had ever been to a game so that alone was a treat. He took us all out to dinner before and then drove us there in his monster truck to his special reserved parking spot. The seats were practically on the ground.
If it wasn't Dale I would have rolled my eyes at that life style. He is so generous and SO humble. He is such a treat. Everyone should be his friend. He will love you, I promise.