Wednesday, January 27, 2016
My subscription to the Sunday edition of The New York Times expired. I admit that I am addicted to the "Sunday Styles Section".
While at the grocery on Sunday, I picked up a paper. At the cash register, the clerk rang it up but picked up the paper again and looked at it. She asked, "This really costs this much?" I answered, "Yes.", but actually not knowing the price. She asked, disbelieving, "Isn't it just a newspaper?" I replied, "But it's the BEST newspaper in the world." She looked at the paper again. She said, "I can't believe a newspaper could cost that much."
I said, "Well, they have to send it all the way from New York!"
She asked, still disbelieving, "Is it THAT good?"
I said, "There's a reason that it's known as the the paper of record!"
She said, "Man, it must be good!"
When I got home, I told Les about the exchange and he asked how much the paper cost. It was then I recalled that I hadn't even looked at the price, despite all the talk between the clerk and me.
I yelped, "SIX dollars; am I out of my mind?" I went on the website to have it delivered once again at a much lower cost! What a bonus: to "welcome" me back, I will now receive the Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday editions for one price!