Oh my God. I went to university with a guy not unlike that - he always had designer clothes from Italy, and once when my friends were bitching about how their washing machine had broken down, he just had to bring up the fact that, because he imported all his clothes from Italy, they didn't have washing labels on them so he had "the girl" at work drop them off to be dry-cleaned once a week. I never realised you could hear teeth grinding over the sound of a car engine.