I caught you, Wal-Mart!! Preying upon the impulse buyer!!!
In the snack aisle, you will find the 7.5 oz box of Crunch N Munch for $1.00.
However, if you wait until you're in the check-out line, that same $1.00 will only get you the 6.0 oz box.
And then yesterday at a Cinco De Mayo fiesta, Kev observed an example of uncool pricing strategy. The price of a smaller margarita in the Party Tent was two dollars more than the bigger one you could get inside at the bar.
It's not illegal, it's not even exactly what I'd call unethical. It's kinda brilliant, acutally. But it's still pretty uncool.
I myself opted to forgo the Cinqo de Mayo festivities. Why? Because once again I had Perfect Baby to deal with all day yesterday - this time from before 8am until after 3pm.
And again, Buffy didn't pay me.
She had offered to pay me, in fact, she mentioned when she dropped PB off that she owed me for the last time PB was here - the time I had her for 3 hours instead of 7, which I didn't expect her to pay me for. Not that she shouldn't still pay me for my time, I just knew she wouldn't.
This time she showed up with a bag from McDonald's next to her in the passenger's seat, thanked me profusely, and said not one word about the tab she's been racking up at PK Day Care. I've kept Perfect Baby 3 times in the last 2 weeks.
Can I just tell you that the only reason why I agreed to take PB all day yesterday was because we're overdrawn and she HAD offered to pay me for it? The gas light's on in the Odyssexy and we don't get paid until tomorrow. I used my Target charge for milk, soda, and yogurt for PB yesterday morning, since Buffy hadn't sent any breakfast in the diaper bag.
I suppose I've set a precedent by watching Perfect Baby for her gratis in the past. That's kinda my fault, but at the time that I agreed to it, it was a one time thing, then it was an occasional thing when Buffy's husband Dummy would get a call about a job - and how am I supposed to tell her Dummy will have to turn down a job?
I hate it when I get pissed at myself for being too nice. I don't want to regret being nice, but I don't want to be taken advantage of, either. I don't want to believe she's doing it intentionally, but I don't really know. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt, but I'm just beyond frustrated at this point.
It's not even so much that it takes a lot out of me on the days that I do have PB with me (although it does take quite a bit out of me, physically), it's the added fact that now, on a day that I should be able to relax and recover from a full day with a toddler, I have to spend the day doing the housework I wasn't able to do yesterday and won't be able to do when she comes over again on Thursday either. Today will be crammed full of shit I don't really want to do, as was yesterday, and as tomorrow will be.
I'm way too nice. It pisses me off.