My absolute favorite guide story was told as true, and no one knowing the guide would doubt it. He worked for a private high roller club where one of the member's guest spent the morning regaling them with an account of all the wonderful things he owned: a home in Wonderland that cost a fortune and had every imaginable amenity, a Summer home in Wonder Vactaionland that cost a similar fortune and had similar amenities, a private Super-Duper jet that cost more and flew faster than any other, a yacht of Naval cruiser proportion that cost as much and hosted the most prestigious guests and so on. And on. And on, until the fellow got down to his watch, which was, of course, the finest money could buy and did a long list of wondrous things.
At which point our hero had heard his limit, pulled the cheap Timex from his own wrist, smacked it hard on the corner of their blind and tossed it in the pond. "Will it do that?"
If you think I'm wrong, you might be right.