This is my game, and my rules so, you can’t say anything MasterCard would deem priceless. You can say Money, but is that really what you want—25% cotton, 75% linen with a picture of a smelly, dead president on it? (Smell manufactured with cotton and linen.) If you roll around in money, it’ll last a good, happy 20 minutes before you’ll feel the dire need to shower.

Then what?

I was thinking about this for a while. I suppose it’s the same as the “what would you do with $X?” But it’s not.

I’d probably get a new place, a hot Roadster, mani/pedi for my dog… you know, then the charity stuff. Then, pleasure ever after, right?

I’m not so sure.

Eternal fulfillment aside, what about temporary happiness? What one thing do I want the most?

Was it the last thing I bought? Well, no that was gas. The last frivolous thing? Uh, some Dummy book? A book intended for dummies (that I need) is definitely not number one on the list.

Let me run down a list of wants.
Boat comes to mind, but only because it’s trite. I don’t want a boat—I live in the friggin’ desert.
Motorcycle! Yeah. New shoes? Mmhmm, that’d be fun.
D & G sunglasses to go with my new motorcycle? Mmhmm.
A limo ride? To my Red Carpet Premier….

Okay, we’re getting closer, but I expect the production company to spring for the limousine. Maybe you can think of a solitary item to top your list. I can’t, but the question does leave me a little queasy about my next purchase. How important is it, sort of thing.

I gotta be honest, I really don’t enjoy anti-climactic movies and I hate those movies where you leave the theater going “Uh, did I miss something? Is the conclusion in the Special Features, or was I supposed to enjoy that empty feeling?”