Plain toast with a hint of jelly
Manyhave come this way. Realizing that what you would like to buy doesn’t align with personal liquidity. Imagine if there was a way to reduce prices, just a bit. Like, if our dollar better matched the currency of our neighbours. No exchange rates. I can remember those times, fondly.
Or, what if our government could give us a brief tax holiday. Like they do for cornporations. Simply zero out the federal and provincial sales taxes. Even for a long weekend. I’d be perched over the buy button, knowing that the price was sweetened (significantly). It would be a boon to business, and the fiscal wizards in the capital could make my persoanal capital go for a long pass. It could work. For me, I mean. We know that business accountants have this one in their portfolio already.
Not likely to happen. Instead, I shop, aimlessly. Cut my wish list down. Pare the peeling from the pear, if you will. Also, the core. I’m forced to be frugal. Think about it: a nation of happy campers, seniors. Or youth. I accept that we could all be happier, with just a few percentage points cut from the retail price. Not going to happen. But dreams are easy to fertilize.
If you guessed that I have been shopping, you win something. When a video does the big reveal, I hear numbers that fill my heart with hope, until I am dashed back to reality. Those damned Yankees have a sweet life, except fro the poliics. I guess I will continue to dream. Plain toast with a hint of jelly.
