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We bought a stroller today, and boy - I had no idea the process! In my manly ignorance, I always thought a stroller was a stroller. Not so, as it would turn out. And the price?! Some would qualify for mortgage financing! But the wife is happy with the one we bought, and her parents decided they would pay for it - as if they hadn't already dispelled all the negative in-law stereotypes... I'm just waiting for my three women who have gone to the bathroom, and a patron of this fast food establishment was pointing out to a staff member that in a photograph on the wall, a gallon of root beer was 9 cents. He apparantly would like to order said quantity for said price, to which the shy young lady replied with a nervous chuckle that they could not do that because the price was now a lot higher. You could see the disparagy between how funny he obviously thought he was being and how funny she perceived his comments to be. I've seen that scenario play itself out numerous times, and it causes one to wonder how many times I've been that man, thinking I was so clever and funny, only to be sadly mistaken. BACK to Journal Index |