In another tale, a woman was very rich and a man was poor but honest. She liked him well enough, and he knew it. One evening, feeling a little bolder than usual, he said, “You are very rich, aren’t you?” She nodded calmly. “Yes. I’m worth 1.25 million dollars.” He sighed. “I’m poor,” he said, then asked, “Will you marry me?” She answered simply, “No.”
Finally, Stanley was shopping for a new office desk when he spotted a perfect one in an antique shop window. Inside, the shopkeeper told him it cost $5,000. Stanley scoffed, until the man explained it was a magic desk. The desk accurately counted the money in his pocket, then went completely wild when asked about his wife’s bank account. “Where did she get all that?” Stanley gasped—just as the desk’s legs slid apart and its drawers dropped open.
