I was at the county fair throwing softballs into wooden baskets that were tilted. Do you know the rip-off? I mean game? There was a hugh stuffed unicorn I wanted, so I spent probably $1 million dollars buying softballs and pitching toward the baskets while the carnie feigned sympathy with me when they all bounced back out to the concrete.
Finally I won and was handed the unicorn. When I got home, my orthodontist, also a family friend, offered me $20 for my prize. Surprisingly, I took the money. I don't even remember feeling particularly bad about selling the item I'd just spent more than a few minutes--and probably a whole lot more than $20---winning.
Makes me wonder what I'd sell my soul for? ... who needs lifelong riches or everlasting love or a new car. Here, Beelzebub, take my immortal virtue and guiding compass and give me, let's say, a shiny new Illinois quarter.