Wednesday, July 22, 2015

100 Words a Day 662

My boss was showing me his house when I first saw it, prominently displayed in the living room. I could see my warped reflection in the gilded frame, which was studded with a variety of gems that sparkled under the light from the chandelier.

“Why would you buy a golden treadmill?” I asked him.

“To run on.”

“Isn’t it expensive to maintain? More than a regular treadmill?”

“Yes, but it’s gold. Isn’t that great?”

I didn’t really thinks so. Not wanting to argue, I nodded my assent. I imagined he could have retired on the money it was costing him.

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