I was just about to make my peanut butter fudge and discovered that my 9-inch square pan had somehow disappeared, mostly likely borrowed by one of my girls at some point and never found it’s way back.
Today was the only day I could make that fudge, so off I went to the nearest store to buy a replacement pan. There’s a Bon-Ton Home Store a couple of blocks from me – I seldom buy kitchen stuff there because they tend to be overpriced. But hey, this was an emergency, and chances are this close to Christmas, everything would be on sale.
Found my pan (half-price, yay) and got in the horrendously long line at the check-out. In front of me was an obviously wealthy middle-aged lady, dressed in designer duds to go along with her I’m-so-much-better-than-you attitude, holding two bed pillows. The requisite Smart phone was attached to her ear, and I couldn’t help overhearing her conversation.
The person on the other end must have questioned the potential purchase – the upper-class lady replied, “Sure I have pillows, but I’m not letting GUESTS put their heads on the same ones that MY FAMILY uses!”
She continued: “And the coupon doesn’t apply to Home Store items. I could have gotten these cheaper on Amazon.”
At which point, I had to fight against the urge to interrupt her monologue with, “You know, WALMART has pillows for $2.97 apiece.”
Perhaps adding, “You know, some of us shop both Walmart and Amazon. How do you feel about that?”
Yes, Amazon – the retailer that delivers to all the classes.
Images by Cordelia’s Mom