Two sticker shocks in two days. I wonder if my system will recover.
One: a wheel chair cushion. A square piece of foam with a cover. Essentially, a small pillow. Should cost, say, eight to ten dollars. Right?
When the price was quoted, SIXTY THREE DOLLARS, I rebelled. "No way." I rejected it.
But it is not just a cushion. You live on it. It is your home, so to speak. The substitute may not cut it. If I cannot adjust my sitter, I will have to readjust my thinking and buy it. Yawk!
Two: A laundry sorter. A few bits of tubing, four tiny wheels, and a cloth bag. I took it off the shelf and started for the cashier, musing, "Well, $14.95 is a lot to pay for this simple device. But I need it, so pay it and don't say anything."
At the cashier, another shock. The sorter and two other items was $51.96. "Ha ha, the cashier made a mistake." I pointed out her error. She informed me that the sorter, was one penny shy of two Andrew Jackson bills: $39.99. I had looked at the wrong price tag on the shelf.
I was born in the twentieth century when Pepsi was a nickle, a flashlight battery was ten cents, same as a cup of coffee.
I am having rrouble adjusting.