Free Lunch

My brother, being of the fit-is-great generation, has been bugging me to lend him some money so he can start work on turning one of our house’s smaller rooms into his personal fitness gymnasium—or altar, like he calls it. He says he needs free weights/dumbbells/whatever the heck they call them nowadays, a barbell (and plates, of course), and a couple (don’t ask me why) of weight benches. Other optional, but nice to have things on his list include a personal ref, a boom box, and air-conditioning. I told him that he left out an important item on his to-get list: a job.