Ugh, this woman sounds like a movie character, if the movie was about an evil, rich, stuck-up brat who locks up her stepdaughter in a tower and only lets her out to clean.

So how does Prudence respond? By basically telling this one percent-er to go to hell, but not before she gives out some candy to less-fortunate childen:

"In the urban neighborhood where I used to live, families who were not from the immediate area would come in fairly large groups to trick-or-treat on our streets, which were safe, well-lit, and full of people overstocked with candy. It was delightful to see the little mermaids, spider-men, ghosts, and the occasional axe murderer excitedly run up and down our front steps, having the time of their lives. So we'd spend an extra $20 to make sure we had enough candy for kids who weren't as fortunate as ours. There you are, 99, on the impoverished side of Greenwich or Beverly Hills, with the other struggling lawyers, doctors, and business owners. Your whine makes me kind of wish that people from the actual poor side of town come this year not with scary costumes but with real pitchforks."

But the absolute best part about Prudence's response is this at the end:

"Stop being callous and miserly and go to Costco, you cheapskate, and get enough candy to fill the bags of the kids who come one day a year to marvel at how the 1 percent live."

"Go to Costco, bitch!" will now be our new go-to insult to shut down a conversation. Thanks, Prudence!