When someone asks you how much you earn, what do you tell them?
Maybe you're reading this curled up in a private jet, unaware of such questions. Maybe you're baffled – people don't need to ask you, all your info is ready-to-read in the Sunday Times. Then again, maybe not.
If you're anything like me, you'll stop and (im)politely leave no terms uncertain that they should butt out. It's none of their business, after all.
But we've been reading about today is everyone's business.
Jack Rodwell's 40% wage cut wasn't unexpected – it was inevitable. Sunderland haven't looked anywhere near the top of the division in over half a year. And even that was riding the optimism from the first two games. No Premier League eventually means no premier pay packet.
Now, I know this wage cut wasn't an active decision – it was a result of contracts and clauses.
But today's news smack of compromise; concession from the player, complacency from the club.
A player that doesn't want to play – Chris Coleman's messege, not mine – is getting a wage cut, not the boot. A painkiller, not a cure.
It's not that there's no place for compromise in football. But when players want to leave, they leave (and before someone throws Kone at my face, I think we all know he mentally checked out a long time ago).
Agents and - as a result - players hold all the power in 2018.
Whether it's apathy, injury, or inability, the 27-year-old never clunked into as much as third gear since his Wearside switch four years ago.
The lad has chalked this up to a bad fit, rust from the Manchester City bench, and not being played in his preferred position.
We can beat about the bush for as long as we want, but simply put – there are irreconcillable differences. If this had been a marriage, it would have ended by now.
But the most remarkable thing is that it isn't. A marriage, I mean. It's an employee remaining on the payroll after refusing to turn up for the big presentations. And then telling the Daily Mail all about it.
Like I said earlier, this is our business, and this slight concession from the club (automatic or not) serves as a reminder that we're being hard done by.
The truth is, though I know you won't believe me, is that part of me never stopped rooting for Rodwell. But, as with all fans, my allegiance is to the club, and right now what we need the club to be is strong.
A firm and steady hand is needed from Coleman and the hierarchy here – not to tolerate, but to make good on the promise of axing the dead wood and send out a messege to the wider footballing world:
You can no longer steal a living at Sunderland.