Note: this story is true in its essentials, but the details have been changed because I felt like it.
I have a cousin, “Sandra,” who is a woman of many talents. In addition to riding about the countryside with her hot strawberry blonde sidekick, righting wrongs and singing songs, she flips houses: that is, she purchases distressed properties, rehabs them, and resells them. One day last year she came to me and a few of her other cousins and said, “All right, guys, here’s the deal. There’s this house in midtown I’ve got my eye one. It’s in bad shape but the neighborhood is good; I can make a nice profit once I fix it up. Thing is, my cash is tied up right now, and time’s a factor if I want to buy it. If y’all each invest X thousand dollars, I can give you a 20% return in about 12 months.”
I trust both Sandra’s intentions and her judgment, so I ponied up the X thousand smackeroos; so did the other two persons she solicited. And she was as good as her word – better than her word, in fact. Three months sooner than promised, she had the house fixed up and sold, and we all got the promised 20% profit. She put quite a bit of her own money into the investment too–about half the total–she supervised the workmen, did the carpentry and painting herself, and so on. My only contribution to the rehab was bringing her a pizza one day when she was updating me on our progress; the same is true of her other investors.
Good deal, right? I certainly thought so. But not everyone agrees. You see, one of the other investors, “Jerry,” chanced to get a look at her books, and so discovered that Sandra had gotten more than twice her investment back, not just 20% more. Jerry’s upset by this. He feels that, since Sandra made back so much money, she should have spread it around to the rest of us, since we’re all family. He’s given her some grief about this and is trying to persuade the of us to join him in the complaint.
I think Jerry’s complaint is bullshit. But it’s possible I’m a chump. Sandra and I are good buddies, and she’s given me plenty of help when I was in a bad spot without ever asking for anything in return. I’d have been willing to just lend her the cash she needed without charging interest; the profit was just gravy.
Incidentally, Sandra and I are the only two investors who live in Memphis; the others are all out of towners. That is why I’m so certain she is the only of us who put in any sweat equity.
So that’s the story. Is Jerry being an asshole who needs to be slapped, or is Skald being a chump who needs a wake-up call?