My daughter had another softball game about 40 minutes in one direction while my son had a baseball game 40 minutes in another direction at the same time with no time between work and games to drive anywhere. I asked my husband where they were going to eat and he said it looked like “every man for himself.” My daughter made out the best because she made herself a tuna sandwich before I picked her up.
We were out of dry cat food so I told her I’d drop her off at the field, go get cat food and gas, and come back. We were in a really small town out in the middle of nowhere. There was one unnamed gas station on the main corner – nothing on the other three. A sign on the door said, “Are you hungry? Try our breakfast sausage biscuit or nachos and cheese.” I went to the counter and ordered $10 in gas and the cheese nachos. The woman said, “$11.05.”
I asked, “Are the nachos only 99 cents?” Uh oh. You get what you pay for and dinner for one dollar cannot have anything quality about it — unless it’s extremely tiny. She handed me a plastic bag and I went out to the car to take a look. There was a blob of fake orange cheese in a plastic container zipped in a bag with maybe 8-10 tortilla chips. The chips were really fresh, I can say that much.
I went back in and asked her, “Do you know the nearest store that sells cat food?”
She said, “We have some cat food in the last aisle.” Oh great, I’m not sure I should feed my cats anything from this place. My pets are like people in that it’s not worth giving them bad food and then spending $100 at the vet because one of them has diarrhea or keeps throwing up.
I couldn’t say, “I mean a REAL store,” so I went to the back and picked up one can of cat food so she wouldn’t think my cats are food snobs. It came to $1.05. I ate dinner for the same price as a can of cat food.
