Too expensive to get muddy
I don’t understand the price point of certain things. I mean, from head to toe, I’m grounded in my needs. Shoes are worth $60, for two of them; I prove it every season. My coat shouldn’t cost so much that I can’t afford to replace it when it suddenly goes missing. Tuques are not big ticket items. When I saw the next picture, today, I just didn’t understand. Even after clarification, I don’t.
As an afterthought, is that the price for one, or two?
Call me cheap, but getting mud on my feet is not a reason to panic.
As the CBC “counts down the 100 days until Sochi”, a news story mentions that the construction site is still open for business. I’m trying to remember if any recent Olympic Games have been ready “comfortably ahead”. Isn’t part of the whole game ethos that everything is under the clock? And for the record, I’m not planning my life around watching people ski down the hill really fast. Or skate in a fixed circle, really fast. Or anything else that qualifies as a Winter sport. Shouldn’t there be reality sports; walking on icy sidewalks; cycling in a snowstorm; trying to convince the dog to do something while you freeze. Real life, for the rest of us.
Out of the ‘Peg; a story about a $5 device to break into parked cars. Their hardware store price point for hammers is much too low.
And with hours to go before the door to door begins, we are still unclear of our intentions. Will we give or will we stay (in darkness)? Check back, one day from now.
