THE CHRISTMAS TREE I have never bought a Christmas tree before. I take that back. Twelve years ago I bought a 5' fake Christmas tree for $20. I still have it. However, this year I am finally in a position to buy a real one, so off to the tree lot I went. We picked out the tree The price tag clearly started that it was $37.95 without the stand. When the lady got to us she says, "Oh, that's not a 5'/6' tree, that's a 6'/7' tree. That tree is $52." I told her that I wouldn't be spending $50 on a tree that I would throw away in 4 days and she responded by telling me to pick out another tree. So I left.
At the next tree lot there were no price tags. I asked the lady what the pricing standard was and she said there wasn't one. Just pick out a tree. I did. The lady before me paid for her tree, loaded it up on the car, and was off. Tree woman asks me "How does $100 sound?" I merely blinked.
"I wasn't planning on spending $100 on a Christmas tree?"
How much were you planning on spending?
$40.
How about $60?
No, $40.
$50?
No.
With the stand?
Ok.
Don't tell the lady before you. She paid $150.
Good grief.
Well, that's what they go for.
I didn't say it, but people are retarded if they spend $150 on Christmas trees. It wasn't a huge tree. It was just a dead tree. And tree salesmen are slimier than car salesmen.
CONCESSIONS I recently listened to a man who's wife had left town for a week due to a family emergency. His response to being Mr. Mom was - the kids were great. Balancing work, soccer practice, homework, and meals was the hard part. I wanted to kiss him.
DADS!
Grrr! First he says he'll help Gregg with his homework. Then he says he'll call. So we call and he says it's too late. Why didn't you call earlier? Because I forgot. Well, can you help anyways? No, I can't I'm taking on-line classes. I can't possibly spend 5 hours a week helping my son with his homework. There's no way.
Forgive me for not understanding. Insert dirty word here.
