13 Nov

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.


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