Let me tell you: I walked by Cub Scouts selling tubs of popcorn the other day, and it went something like this:
“Hey mister!” said the peppy Wolf scout. “Wanna buy some popcorn?”
“Well, how much is it?” I asked politely, digging for my wallet.
“It’s $17!”
“No, stupid!” interjected the other Cub Scout on the scene. “It’s $20!”
“Wow,” I said, slipping my wallet back into my pocket. “I don’t even have $20 with me.” I looked up at the poor den mother who was stuck on the sidewalk, supervising her popcorn-hawking scoutlings. “Good luck out here!”
October 7th, 2008 at 12:12 pm
A buck or two?
Let me tell you: I walked by Cub Scouts selling tubs of popcorn the other day, and it went something like this:
“Hey mister!” said the peppy Wolf scout. “Wanna buy some popcorn?”
“Well, how much is it?” I asked politely, digging for my wallet.
“It’s $17!”
“No, stupid!” interjected the other Cub Scout on the scene. “It’s $20!”
“Wow,” I said, slipping my wallet back into my pocket. “I don’t even have $20 with me.” I looked up at the poor den mother who was stuck on the sidewalk, supervising her popcorn-hawking scoutlings. “Good luck out here!”