In yesterday's post, I mentioned that I decided to accompany the Husband into the Big Store in Our Town to pick up his prescription because a guy was yelling in the parking lot.
Inside the store, I said, "Go ahead. I'm going to take my time."
"I won't take long," he said.
"I'll be on the main aisle. You'll see me when you walk back." Off the Husband went.
There wasn't much to see, and I was nearing the aisle to the pharmacy.
Ecco! Notebooks for sale. I didn't need a notebook, I told myself, as I picked up the bright mustard yellow covered one. Ooh la!
Oh, mio! The sign said .25 per notebook!
I might as well get two. This red one is cute. Heck, if the next one is blue, I'll buy it. Now holding three notebooks, I convinced myself that if the cover of the next notebook is green, I shall buy it.
Ecco! Four notebooks for a dollar. Does anyone else think that's a greater than great value? Thank you, Big Store in Our Town.
Unfortunately for us, the Husband did not make his way back down the main aisle before I turned on the aisle to the pharmacy window. He still stood in line. Along with the four notebooks, I showed him a cute tin box of 16 Crayola markers. As I wrote that sentence, I realized how I paid too much for that product. Bad me. However, says my rationalizing self, the cost of the notebooks offsets that of the box of markers. Yup, I'm sticking with that.
Methinks it's better that I don't accompany the Husband into the Big Store in Our Town when he picks up his prescriptions. At least, not all the time.