This was just too crazy to pass up writing about, even though it technically isn’t about thrifting. It is about shopping, however, and at Cumberland Farms nonetheless, somewhere I never go….LB and I were headed to the movies so we stopped by Cumberland Farms to get some supplies. I put the stuff on the counter and the dude rings it up.
“Seven ferty-nine, please.” I looked up from digging in my wallet. No, I thought, couldn’t be. I double-checked.
“Did you just say seven ferty-nine?” My laugh was threatening to bust out.
“Yup, seven ferty-nine.”
The dude said this straight-faced! I hope, hope, hope he was messing with me, but either way, I fought it was brilliant.