On Sale -- Fpr Rea;

Most "sales" aren't really bargains.  Merchants knock off a little bit of their profit margin and call it a "sale".  Sometimes they merely bring prices down to what they ought to be from their ghastly inflated prices.

Today the local Merwyns had a real sale.  Prices were down to a quarter or less of the usual mark.  So I scooted to the mall (between rain showers).  Trouble is, I wasn't the only one who knew about that sale.  Everyone in town was there, loading up with all they could carry.  On my scooter I could barely get through the crowds, and I couldn't get near the counters piled high with goods.  I finally found one shirt my size that I would have liked.  It was a $24 dollar shirt marked down to $6.  I could have saved $18,  Wow.

But the line at the cashier was so long that I decided not to wait.  How long would you stand in line if they were PAYING you $18, I asked myself. So, even though I sit (on my scooter) while I am "standing" in line, I decided not to buy.  I laid the shirt on a nearby counter and scooted out.  "I didn't want that shirt, anyway," I told myself.

As long as I was there, I thought I might as well go to the drug store for sardines, diet seven-up, and "c" cells.  Alas, they were out of sardines in oil, seven-up was no less than the local market, and C cells were over two dollars each.  I left empty handed.

It was a good to get out for a while.