Rich Dad, Poor Dad

S01E10

Over at Julia's, Joel is ranting, having just learned that Sydney's soccer coach has quit three days before the season's start, citing work issues. "Utterly bogus," Joel snaps. "He just wants to coach the stars; he doesn't want to coach the loser team." Ah. This is the first the hyper-competitive Julia has heard about Sydney being on the "loser team." Joel amends that title to the "athletically-challenged" team. Julia says well, this guy quitting is a good thing -- Sydney doesn't need that kind of competitive energy around her, anyway. Um, yes, because I guess she gets enough of it at home? Anyway, Joel says, she needs some kind of energy -- the team needs a coach. Julia has a brainwave. "How 'bout if I do it?" she asks. Joel laughs, before realizing she's serious. "You don't think it's gonna be an issue, you know, if the team doesn't..." Julia: "Win?" Joel says yes, exactly. "We both know," he says, "you hate to lose." Julia takes issue with this. "I would love to coach a team of rejects!" she says. "Because it pisses me off that the world is divided up that way, at five years old!" Joel is not buying this, at all, and neither is Sydney. She's drawing flowers on her soccer ball when Julia announces this big idea, and forces a smile of dread.

In a pawn shop in town, Sarah has arrived with Drew (yay!) to shop for a used laptop for her Photoshop class. Why not just pile some money up on the ground and burn it? The store owner places an ancient behemoth of a laptop on the counter. "That's like, 10 years old," Drew warns her while the owner looks on. "Newer computers are slimmer; it's like a bait and switch." Sarah knows none of this. "Why don't you just look on craigslist?" Drew mutters to his mom, but the owner hears him. "How's your mother gonna look on craigslist if she doesn't have a computer?" he asks, angry. Drew shuts up, and Sarah goes down the counter where she sees some cufflinks that strike her interest. She asks the store owner to show them to her, and wonders aloud where he got them. They are elegant black cufflinks with the initial "Z" on them. She takes a picture of them with her phone. "Isn't a computer more important than some cufflinks?" Drew asks her. She says yeah, but it's weird... Zeek has come cufflinks just like these.

Amber is working at her job at the country club snack bar -- a job I had no idea she even had, but whatever -- when Haddie and Steve come in, laughing. "Amber!" Haddie says. "Do you work here, or something?" Oh, good. I wasn't the only one that didn't know. "Yeah, serving the ruling class," Amber says. "As usual." Though it is not a themed establishment, Amber seems to have had her hair and makeup done by someone who thought she was going to a costume party dressed as Evita Peron in 1946. Her lipstick is totally Jungle Red. She asks if she can get them something. "How 'bout two beers?" Steve asks, like a douche. "Steve..." Haddie says, nervously. "Unbelievable, Steve," Amber says, flatly, but then begins drawing the beers into paper cups. "You got a lot of nerve, you kids, comin' in here..." They smile. "You're amazing," Steve says. Amber says she knows, and won't even let Haddie pay for these contraband beers. She IS amazing. Amazingly stupid. But not more so than Haddie, who, when Steve goes to sit at a table, says she and Steve are there for a picnic on the golf course. They don't say what time of day it is, but uh... I can see people still outside, playing golf. Also, I don't know if you've spent any time on a golf course in the middle of the night, lately, but try going out on one after sundown and see how fast a fat security guard in a golf cart will come rolling up on you with his flash light. Not that this has happened to me recently, or anything. ANYWAY, Amber whispers to Haddie that Steve's whole picnic idea is "probably code for like, doing it." Haddie says no, surely not, but Amber says that she's seen couples going out there late with blankets and bottles and stuff, and she knows what's up. "He probably doesn't even know about it," Haddie says. "It's probably like an urban legend, or something..." Poor Haddie. Amber looks over to see Steve folding a huge blanket and stuffing it into his bag. "Yeah, that's a blanket," she says, looking worriedly at Haddie. "That's a blanket in that bag. Good luck." Haddie looks concerned.