The other day when I went to the thrift store, I forgot to mention something that happened. Well, I purposely left it out actually. But now am feeling blogger's remorse for lack of full disclosure. (Not to be confused with the full monty.)
I politely waited my turn in the checkout line behind a lady who was thrilled to have found a sturdy wooden captain's chair for her back porch. At 2.50, I would think so. She was dragging it along the linoleum floor and a rather grating way, but it was just too heavy for her to carry. We commented on it's purchase worthiness for quite some time, as the person ahead of us had a large pile of stuff being checked out.
When it was finally my turn, I placed my wooden tea tray and ceramic creamer on the counter. One dollar and 25 cents respectively.
He rang up the amounts and said.... "That will be $1.13." I said, "Oh no, this was a dollar and this is a quarter." He said, "I am giving you the Senior discount."
I blinked at him.
"But I'm only 53."
"That's okay, I'm giving it to you anyway." he said smiling, like he was doing me a favor reminding me, that to him at least, I look like I'm 55.
So after figuring in sales tax and subtracting from what I WOULD have paid, were I considered a regular citizen, not a senior citizen, I saved 20 cents.
"20 cents worth of depression please."
This is not what came into this store to buy.
But that's what I came out with.
This is why I have always hated math.
I knew the first time I heard it, that the phrase "Lowest common denominator" was not a good thing to use up 4 sheets of foolscap and half an eraser to find out.
I think I am going to dye my hair again. What's so great about going "natural" anyway?
(Hey 20 cents, is 20 cents...add it up.)
I don't want to talk about it. Especially with you.
(How about a quarter?)
You know, I heard from a reliable source that parenthesis are going out of style. . . grammatically speaking.