Have you ever been at the counter and regretted your decision to buy something? That’s exactly what happened to me last night. I attended my writer’s group meeting, and someone had mentioned that we should order since we’re using the cafe. Okay, that’s fine. However, out of six only three stood up. This was even after we announced we just came from Beasley’s Bookstore for dinner. That’s why I like to call us The Charles Town Chumps hee hee.
Skippers is popular for its ice cream–think the hard kind like Baskins Robbins. Very delicious. However, $6.10 is way too much for three measly scoops of ice cream. Even Dairy Queen isn’t outrageous like that.
When he told me the price, I almost fainted. I did a double-take, wide-eyed. That’s probably why he smiled so hard. He swiped my card, and all I could think was I’m a huge sucker. Twice in one day. I would have canceled my order, but there was a long line behind me, and I don’t want to be that girl. I’m cheap, but the world doesn’t need to know that. I kept thinking how all the different brands of ice cream in the frozen section of the grocery store aren’t priced too high–and they are big cartons. Skippers is not Ben & Jerry or Haagen-Dazs.
For next time, I know to stay away from the ice cream. It’s very delicious but NOT worth the price. For a struggling artist like me, $6.10 empties my bank account hee hee. Can you imagine if I said, “Hey mom, sorry you didn’t get a Mother’s Day present from me. I brought ice cream. I guess that’s just how the cookie crumbles.”
Would you have canceled your order or sucked it up and kept your mouth shut?