You know you're paying someone too much when...

I had a golf lesson last night. (Not that you asked, but the golf lessons are going well. I have this problem where I'm hitting everything to the right. So last night we mainly just worked on that. Not entirely successful in the work, but improvement. I am a little upset at my new clubs, though. I don't think they are living up to their potential, and that disappoints me. If they'd just put a little more effort into it, I know we could be fabulous together.)

So, I had a golf lesson. I really like my instructor. He does have a tendency to give me too many things to work on at once, and we all know I'm not smart enough to concentrate on more than one thing at a time. But, he's patient and encouraging and knows what he's talking about.


Let's call him Patrick, because, well, that's his name.


So Patrick tells me a story about his personal life last night. He's lamenting, because he just yesterday bought his wife a new car. But she was driving today to Hilton Head to meet up with her family. And instead of taking her new car, she was taking his new car.


Because his is a Porsche.


(I don't actually know that this is the car he bought, but pictures make blogs so much more enjoyable.)


Let me stop you there - I know there are holes in this story. What kind of car did she get? What kind of Porsche does he have? Is her car not up to par (hardy, har, har) with his?


But forget those questions. Let's instead focus on - why is my golf instructor telling me about his two brand-new cars, one of which is a Porsche? How lucrative are private golf lessons if he's buying two new cars, one of which is a Porsche? Am I paying too much here?


(Disclaimer: I really am a nice person - I don't hold him purchasing the luxury vehicles [you have to assume her's is luxury, right? How could a woman let her husband get a Porsche and not get a luxury vehicle herself?] against him. Golf instruction is actually his second job, so clearly he works hard for his income. It sounds like a nice treat to himself. What I find amusing in the whole story is him telling me about it. When someone's making a commission off a service he's giving me, you'd think he'd keep how much money he was pulling out of my pockets on the D-L, instead of dangling it in my face!)

And an unrelated closer... it's Friday! A few more hours, and I'll be done with a boring week in which I spent all five work days at my desk! Yah!