Monday, February 18, 2019

The Price

We've talked of such things before, but it is good to speak of them again.  I am preparing to buy a sofa from RH on the Boulevard, a slick move if you do not care about money.  I should.  I really, really should.  My mother just bought a couch.  It was very inexpensive.  She needed to compliment it, so she bought a red ottoman at a garage sale.  She showed me a picture of it last night when she came to dinner.  I could not complain. 

"Me and Martha were driving down the street and saw a stand on the side of the road.  Martha said, 'You want to turn around and get that.'  So I did.  It was a real nice stand, sturdy, and it has a stamp on it by the maker.  It looks good.  I put it in the corner of the room that looked so bare."

She showed me a picture of that, too.  Ottoman and stand (with stamp)--$30.00.

She went on to tell me that my cousin and her husband were going to the Casino for their anniversary dinner.

"Fifty dollars for the steak, twelve dollars for the salad.  You can order whatever you want.  You know, it comes to about a hundred dollars."

My father always ordered things by price.

"Sir, would you like a small, medium, or large?"

"I'll have the fifty cent one."

There would be no mistake about the price.

I haven't that talent.  If I can, I will go down and order the leather sofa today.  

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