Surfer Dude and I went to Target today to buy his school supplies. We still have a month until they go back, but he likes to be prepared. Since only one of my three children is what I'd call a "planner", I try to indulge him as much as I can. It's also practical. We leave a week from Monday for two weeks in California and when we get back it's time to do the big school countdown. This would mark one thing off of my pre-school starting To Do List, and I'm all for that.
When we went to check out, there was a woman ahead of us who was quibbling over a hardback book. It was sitting on the price scanner while she and the cashier went back and forth. Eventually they got it worked out and it was our turn. $100 later, we piled in the car while I tried to figure out how in the world we spent that much on notebooks. When we got home, I pulled out the receipt and quickly saw that they had accidentally charged the hardback book on my bill.
I immediately turned around, dinner uncooked, and went all the way back to Target, burning $4 a gallon gas the whole way. It wasn't just the money. It's the idea that I've convinced myself I can't afford hardback books, so I'm darned if I want to pay for someone else to get one. And also...oh, all right. It is about the money. You think $15.01 grows on trees?
Would anyone else do this? Or am I just cheap?
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM