Arthur returned home from another day trying to sell his gadgets to people. He was more despondent than ever, and after walking into his home unceremoniously, he slumped on his couch in disgust and burst into tears.

His wife Lucy was growing tired of this routine. Night after night he would come home like this, just miserable and basically inconsolable. There was nothing more she could do or say to make him feel better. But she was an incredibly caring woman, and she couldn’t help but try like she always did.

“No luck today with the out of home advertising, dear?”

“No,” was all Arthur could respond, wiping his eyes.

“I’m sure you will do better tomorrow. How about some dinner? We could order in.”

“There won’t be a tomorrow,” Arthur interrupted.

“What do you mean?”

The out of home advertising just doesn’t work. I’m packing it in. I think I will just try and get a nine to five job like everyone else.”

Even though Lucy was overjoyed that her husband was finally starting to see that perhaps his selection of inventions was not overly marketable—his latest being an alarm clock with a snooze button that literally slapped you in the face—she hated to see him suffer like this. She quickly thought of a compromise that might make them both happy.

“It’s probably not the worst idea. I have been online today and I have found a few jobs I think would suit you perfectly.”

“Thank you, my dear.”

“But you could also try and persevere with your inventions on the side. I don’t think outside advertising works like it used to. Everything is on the Internet now. I think if you tried to sell your stuff online then you might have more luck. Plus, you wouldn’t need to be out all day doing it. Once you have set it up it basically takes care of itself.”

“That’s a great idea!”

“Just one thing though…”

“Sure. What?”

“Stop trying to sell the alarm clock.”

Arthur burst into tears again.