Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Over the last couple weeks, teh gels have been descending on teh local malls, ammo’d up with their baby-sitting earnings, allowances and birthday monies, to seek new fall school clothes. Because they are all their mother’s daughters, Ol’ Robbo has found himself treated to numerous narrations of the details, one might say the painful details, of many of their purchases.
On the one hand, I’m delighted that they seem to be internalizing the basic concepts of math and self interest: “Dad! This sweater from Macy’s was originally $100! But there was a 70% standing discount, plus a 10% special discount, plus another get-it-the-hell-out-of-here discount. I only paid ten bucks for it!”
On the other, I’m rayther appalled at the evident desperation among the retailers on which teh gels are feasting. How can such things be when Our Betters assure us that the economy is doing just fine and dandy?
The world wonders.