Spoiled

Up until this moment, Winston had lived a spoiled life. Inherited his wealth, he had never worked a single day. He was often rude to clerks, but now he was finally regretting it. Suddenly finding himself in the body of a worker at a high end store he had just mouthed off to an hour ago, he wondered if this was some sort of punishment for his spoiled ways. He just sat behind the counter, biting his cheek as another rich brat bitched him out for one reason or another.