Hatchlings

I've been reading a bit about Minnesota Attorney General Mike Hatch's two daughters and their Chicago misdemeanor trial. First of all, I'd like to point out that I really don't think this story is particularly newsworthy. I bring it up despite this because allegedly Elizabeth Hatch at one point contemptuously asked the arresting officer "Do you know who I am?" which gave me quite a chuckle and I can't help but imagine the officer having had to stifle his own fit of giggles. I don't care how drunk they may have been, or how innocent they may yet be proven; the spoiled-little-brat "I'm-too-important, you're-playing-with-fire" scheme is the most nauseatingly pretentious escape-attempt imaginable. Too much Hollywood, ladies.
If only they had been from Illinois, they could have added "my taxes pay your salary, so technically you work for me." Oh well. A shame, that. Still though, I have faith that at some point one of them taunted "My daddy will see you busted down to crossing guard so fast it will make your head spin."