Your wife’s old college pal Jenny and her husband Max are having dinner at your house one night. Max’s most recent business has failed and he is pitching his latest harebrained scheme.
“So the bankruptcy of my clothing boutique was finalized this week,” says Max casually taking a bite of steak.
Your wife furrows her brow in sympathy. “Oh, I’m sorry Max. That must be very discouraging.”
“Don’t humor him, Erin,” laughs his wife, Jenny. “He’s got plenty more where that came from.”
Max smiles at his wife and pats her hand condescendingly. “You knew I was a serial entrepreneur when you married me,” he says. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”