THE SHARK FIN

Ok, my mom used to work for this big company. One day she calls me up and says that they need someone to create a "wearable shark fin" for some promotional film they're doing. (Never mind how well that describes my concept of big companies.) She told them that she'd get her "artsy" daughter to make one.

"I see," I said. "And how much are they planning on paying me?"

"Oh, well, um, how much do you want?"

I didn't want to take time off from whatever else I was working on to make a stupid shark fin, so I tossed off the first ridiculous number that crossed my mind. "Two hundred bucks," I told her.

My first thought after cashing that check was that I should consider going into the art biz for real. My second thought was that I should have tried for $500.

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