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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