A few decades ago, when I worked at B.Dalton Books, I had a father refuse to buy his son a book. His exact words were, “I ain’t paying $4.95 for no damned book.” In the loudest voice possible I said, “That’ll be $6.95 for your Penthouse magazine, sir.” Priorities . . . I guess.
A few decades ago, when I worked at B.Dalton Books, I had a father refuse to buy his son a book. His exact words were, “I ain’t paying $4.95 for no damned book.” In the loudest voice possible I said, “That’ll be $6.95 for your Penthouse magazine, sir.” Priorities . . . I guess.