Too much money

You all know of the infamous list of stupid things my boss asks me to acquire. Well, just so you all understand what he's like, here's a little story.

Once upon a time, Boss bought a 20GB iPod. Or maybe it was 40GB. Possibly even 60GB. Who knows? He had that kind of money to spend, so he might have had all three.

Months after proclaiming its glory and superiority over all things cool, whisperings of a smaller, prettier iPod, the 4GB mini-iPod, were heard among the techno-gadget geeks. "I MUST have one," he declared, and promptly discarded his 20GB/40GB/60GB-whatever iPod and preordered two of the Minis, one for himself and one for his wife. He did this twice with two different employees, perhaps because he did not trust either one to do it right. Or perhaps he had simply forgotten he was spending $400 to $500.

Fate - or Apple, as we sometimes call it - delivered the shiny new fashionable players to Boss's doorstep. He loved them and caressed them and treated them as third and fourth children, just as he had with the previous old dog, the original iPod.

And all was good until the circles of nerds stirred and rumour of an even smaller player - the 1GB iShuffle - made its way to Boss's ear.

Can you guess what happened next?

And so it went, with smaller and and niftier and more useless gear passing through Boss's hands until one day, he realized he could have spent that money on his kids' tuition, or perhaps a scholarship fund for students in need, or maybe a donation to a homeless shelter, or a cash gift to the cancer society, or as a gift to a certain disgruntled employee, or....