While walking through Printer's Row this afternoon, I stopped in White Hen Pantry for a half gallon of 2% milk. which was priced at $3.59 per half gallon. I usually buy it at 7/11 for $2.59. For a moment, I consideded lecturing the cashier, but decided not to. Then I wanted to tell the two college kids, arms full of cookies, chips, juice and whatever else they were having for dinner what a rip off the place was, but stopped myself before beginning my tirade. Even though he's been gone now for seven years, I could almost hear my dad telling me "Ronnie, don't ever buy anything from a convenience store, they're highway robbery."
Instead, I walked an extra block past my apartment building to the 7/11 for a half gallon of $2.59 milk.
Not that I don't sometimes spend money extravagently. Recent dinners at Trotter's, Les Nomades and Daniel in NYC, an occasional shirt, really good olive oil, once in a while some really nice dry aged steaks. I tip well when I go out and send my shirts out rather than iron. My biggest splurge this past year was the CSO almost every other week.
But I refuse to pay their price for milk.
"Bass Trombone is the Lead Trumpet of the Deep."
Rick Hammett