The Parable of the Pickup and the Porsche
Imagine an old pickup, say a Ford F250 SuperDuty diesel, parked in the same garage as a classic Porsche 911 GT3 Coupe that is in mint condition and used to be shown in car shows, in which it won prizes like a beauty queen.
The pickup knows it is big and strong and durable, but slow to start and rather cumbersome to park in town. The Porsche is pretty and fast and expensive. It is so used to being admired that it no longer notices being noticed. When they are parked next to each other at the ranch where they live, visitors hardly notice the truck. All are drawn to the Porsche.
The pickup, however, is not jealous. Rather, it is proud to be with the Porsche. It believes, perhaps as a delusion, that people see it with the Porsche and might think, “This must be a real cool pickup or it would not be in the same garage as this wonderful Porsche.”
So Miss Sugar, my trophy wife, had a few folks over for a holiday gathering. She went overboard with her preparations. She made more food than the guests could eat. She decorated the house like a Christmas card. She is a fantastic entertainer.
I carried in the tree and set it up in the stand. I also put out a cheeseball and opened a couple bottles of wine.
I might not be fantastic, but I sure enjoy being parked next to Sugar.