..: why does this make me want to barf?
"As Buffett drove them to Borsheim's, a jewelry emporium owned by Berkshire Hathaway, he kept ribbing: "Bill, there's a metric of love here. I spent 6% of my net worth on Susie's ring. I don't know how much you love Melinda, but 6% is the yardstick in Omaha." Bill, worth $7.3 billion by this time, inquired about sales per square foot while Melinda checked out the goods. "I said an emerald. Bill said a diamond is more appropriate," she recalls. She chose a diamond scandalously shy of Buffett's price target."
I guess the idea of using the word "metric" with "love" in the same sentence really makes my stomach turn.
[ Yeah, I had a diamond ring once and I gave it back. The guy was a jerk (to put it nicely). I don't care how much it was worth ... it's just a rock at the end of the day. ]
I guess the idea of using the word "metric" with "love" in the same sentence really makes my stomach turn.
[ Yeah, I had a diamond ring once and I gave it back. The guy was a jerk (to put it nicely). I don't care how much it was worth ... it's just a rock at the end of the day. ]