Sabbatical Reflections: U Jelly?

My hoity-toity hubby casually strolls past a luxury car carrying a loaf of day-old bread, for PBJ's

    We spy a unique eyeful in our Braum's parking lot. The mere sight of it evokes indulgence, excess, diamonds, chauffeurs, elegance and M.O.N.E.Y. It is shiny, taupe-colored, regal, and has a double-R on its trunk.

     Two questions enter our minds which are, unfortunately, never answered: What's a Rolls Royce doing in our modest city's Braum's parking lot? and, What do the owners look like?

     Think of all the worthwhile things that could be done with its price tag! To imagine being in the socio-economic level to even think about having the desire to own one is incomprehensible. At least one worthwhile thing can come from seeing that Rolly. This peanut-butter-&-jelly-raised GenJoneser can seize the prime opportunity to define 2010's then up-and-coming:  "U Jelly?"

     When my husband sets his loaf of bread into the car, I don't say, U Jelly? meaning, "Do we have jelly at home for your peanut butter sandwich?"

     The Urban Dictionary shortens the phrase, "I know you're jealous" to "U Jelly!" That lingo makes perfect sense. Envy is a form of envious. Why not jelly for jealous? It is a phrase that the possessor of a tantalizing object mischievously says to an envious buddy. The owner of that opulent Rolly earned the license plate: U Jelly! IF we were into Rolly's, we would have needed a tres bon mountain-size of God's grace. 

     News stories reveal race horse California Chrome's owner post-race losing his composure. His face is beet red following the 2014 Belmont Stakes. He disregards his wife's brief and desperate calming plea. He rants and raves "Unfair" to the media. His credible point is that horses should be required to run in all of the Triple Crown races; but, nevertheless, he is a sore loser. The gracious winner of the Belmont Stakes controlled himself, but he certainly could have tauntingly said: U Jelly! ... 

    Hmmmm. My "Sabbatical Reflections" identify with each aspect of the Belmont Stakes, depending on my mood, Vitamin B-12 levels, and downer allergy medication. Taking the birds-eye viewpoint, I see: Gracious. Mischievous. And sometimes the sore loser.