It was Show Down at OK Corral later in the morning, when an Asian couple, who had spent about an hour walking around the store, brought up a basket of discounted yarns. I was only too happy to ring up the sale - just over $100 - but Wifey questioned the total.
"A dollar each?"
"No, $5.47 each." I showed her the red sale sticker on each label.
"No, a dollar each." She insisted. "Sign on bin. Everything in bin dollar."
"No, some yarns may be a dollar, but not all. These are not."
"But sign on bin."
So I stalked around the counter, and went to the bin. She followed, and pretended to look all over for a sign that had obviously evaporated within the previous five minutes. No sign. Not even the slightest sign of a sign.
Ha. Can't pull the wool over my eyes! (Get it? Wool? Huh?) Back to the cash register, a finger poke on the subtotal void button, and a "Bye bye" to the yarnless couple.
I love my job, I love my job, I love my job ......
- Breakfast - Toast and Coffee
- Lunch - Chicken Soup, Orange
- Dinner - Left over Pork, and hallelujah, I finally got my Mashed Potatoes. I had to mash them myself, of course, but at least they were cooked. Almost.
- Snacks - Hot Chocolate, 3 cookies, a couple of candy, Sparkling Water, and a Diet Pepsi
After we got home, Clayton treated my eardrums to a few beats of the not-distant-enough-drums
And then his Uncle Steve showed off for a few minutes, while I went inside to stuff my ears with cotton.
... he was a very quiet child .... |
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