One afternoon, I was in our living room reading the sports pages. "This pitcher earns $2.2 million a year just for throwing a ball straight," I ranted to my wife. "Anyone can do that." I picked up a rubber ball that was lying next to my chair and threw it at a couch cushion. "Look at that," I bragged. "Bull's-eye!" My wife tossed the ball back and I threw again, hitting dead center. "Two in a row," I cheered. My third toss went wild and ricocheted into one of my wife's favorite pictures, knocking it off the end table. She didn't even look up.
"And that," she said, "is why you make $22,000 a year."
"And that," she said, "is why you make $22,000 a year."
