My Wife Spoils a Poor Student and Tosses Me Spare Change
After five years of building a business with my wife, Jane Fletcher, our company finally goes public.
Right after I close a big business deal, I head home in high spirits, ready to take her to meet my family.
She transfers me 100 dollars with a hint of annoyance and says, "Buy yourself a decent shirt to wear for the financial conference on the day after tomorrow."
The next day, Ansel Meyer—the underprivileged student she sponsors—shows up in a custom suit worth two million dollars.
He says apologetically, "Mr. Crane, please do not be mad at Ms. Fletcher. She just wants to give me the best. Maybe she thinks you are used to these things, so she only gave you 100 dollars."
I call Jane, but she replies impatiently, "It is just a suit. Why are you being so petty?"
All of a sudden, I no longer want to continue this marriage.
So, I make two calls decisively.
"Hey, Mitch. I am not going to go through with that 50-million deal."
"Mom, hold on to the 300-million wedding gift you prepared for your daughter-in-law."