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.