Our stepdaughter had an idiot boyfriend (no longer has him, thank goodness!) who had a dunger of a car - early 90's Mazda 323, painted it himself a nice mat black colour, he was constantly fiddling with the engine even though he knew nothing about it. He didn't have two cents to rub together and when he did it was spent on the car, which made no difference to the way it prefomed or looked, it was still a dunger.
Anyway, it had mags on it, that were - ahem.. repossessed when the guy who owned them got out of prison and found out who had his mags after one of his 'mates' had sold them for some money. So they turned up, lifted the car up, took the mags off and left the car on the ground - stepdaughters boyfriend meanwhile hiding in the flat cringing in the corner and praying that they don't want come inside and have 'words' with him.
The upshot is, after making his girlfriend ring us and ask if they could borrow a set of wheels for the car (didn't mention what had happened to the mags, we found out from her mother) as he was loading them into our stepdaughters car, he said to my husband that he was going to go down to the Mag place in town and get some new ones, because you could get them for a dollar deposit.... My husband virtually dropped the wheel he was carrying and says something to the effect of 'you had better come inside and we will have little a talk...'
The young ones these days have no idea, unfortunately we live in a consumer society, where we are judged not by what we do, as was the case in the past, but by what 'brands' we display to society. You could work as a septic tank cleaner, but when you go out at night, as long as you have the 'right' car, phone, brand of clothes, no-one is going to blink twice.