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My subscription to the Sunday edition of The New York Times expired. I was at a store and 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 said, "Yes.", but actually not knowing the price. She asked, disbelieving, "Isn't it JUST a newspaper?" I said, "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 with the disbelieving tone, "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, Les asked how much it 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 hurried to the website to have it delivered once again at the much lower cost.