Goodman was a moderately successful stockbroker who dreamed of making the big money some day.
He took his friend out for a drive, and he chose the route carefully in order to impress on him the possibilities of the brokerage business.
“Look at that yacht,” he said as they drove slowly past a marina. “That belongs to the senior partner at Merrill Lynch. The head of Goldman, Sachs, owns that one over there, and look at that huge yacht out there – that’s the pride and joy of the top seller at Prudential-Bache.”
His friend was silent. Goodman turned to look at him and saw a pained look on his face. “What’s the matter?” Goodman asked.
“I was just wondering,” his friend said, “why aren’t there any customers’ yachts?”