[Today’s run: Limerock road: 4 miles]
I went to Books-A-Million today with my nephew. We looked at a lot of books.
I finally settled on a poetry anthology and he, after claiming he wanted to read Dante’s Inferno, changed his mind and bought a Calvin and Hobbes anthology.
We went to the checkout.
My poetry anthology had all sorts of discount stickers on it. I figured I should get it really cheap. Maybe they would pay me to haul it away.
I asked her how much was mine. She couldn’t wait for me to dig out my BAM discount card and asked for my phone number. Then she rang up the Calvin and Hobbes first. I asked again and she scanned mine and said, “$6.95” and I said, “ok” and handed over my credit card.
About halfway to the car I did a double take. The original price was about $10 and I should have got 60% off. That would have been down in $4 land, not $6.95. I have no idea where the $6.95 figure came from.
But I wasn’t interested in hauling nephew back into the store and the poems are worth the money to me.
So I’m venting here. Arrrrrrgh!
Ok. That feels better.
