NYU fashionista: Oh my god — I am, like, so poor that my parents might sell my horse! –Washington Square Park Hipster girl: He grew up in a neighborhood so poor his purebred dog got stolen! –Williamsburg, Brooklyn Confused hippie: Wait, Mexicans carry Louis Vuitton bags? I thought that they were poor. Isn’t that why we’re supposed to feel sorry for them? –Alligator Lounge, Williamsburg, Brooklyn Salvation Army bell ringer: Donate money for the poor! Do something good for once in your life! –5th Ave Overheard by: Katrina Lady in fur coat to friend without one: Just go to Mexico — you won’t feel so poor there. –Leaving Henri Bendel, 5th Ave