Yup, its the "i have more stuff than you syndrome", or the "you work for me syndrome".
See it all the time down here in vacation land.
Funny thing is, I used to wear dickies all the time because I used to do window and door work.
Once while coming back from a friends house I parked next to a condo to go up to the fifth floor deck bar.
Old guy in the parking lot yells "hey you! come here!" Being the nice guy that I am, I trundled over.
He then proceeds to point at his trunk and say "i need these brought up to my suite on the fourth floor" and proceeds to walk away from the open trunk of his car toward the elevator.
I looked at his bags, left them and followed, leaving the trunk wide open
, when we got to the elevator, he pressed 4 and I reached around him and pressed 5.
He gave me the meanest look and asked me "you looking to get fired?", the elevator opened and I got in, he did a double take of me and the parking lot, and the doors closed.
About 2 hours later i'm still out on the bar deck, he comes walking into the bar and asked the bartender how I kept my job treating customers like I do (the bartender jeff filled me in later).
The Bartender asked him if he lived in one of the multimillion dollar houses along the gulf.... he say says no.... the bartender says, "then you ain't one of his customers, better buy him a drink and oppologize"