Fair
“How is this fair?” Cynthia asked, batting her long purple eyelashes. “Our job is the same, we work the same number of hours every week and yet your salary is 50% higher than mine. How do you justify this? Go on, I want to know!”
“I’m a man,” Jackson mumbled without even looking at her.
“I see…” she grinned. “Please be so kind to direct your attention to this lovely pocket watch…”
A couple of weeks later…
“How is this fair?” Jackson asked, knees on the floor. “I work twelve hours a day while all you do is file your nails in my office and I still have to give you the entirety of my paycheck at the end of the month. How do you justify this, huh?”
“You’re a man,” she shrugged.
