I just learned something new today. Convenience. 2. BRITISH – a public restroom.
Lulu: We should have bought flour
Me (midway through dicing the first potato): Really? There isn’t any?
Lulu: Nope, none
Me: Well B man, so much for giving you a break today
Me (continued): Do you want to run and get flour or keep on dicing?
B: I’ll cook.
Because you know it was killing him to have me do it. He’ll say otherwise but hovering speaks louder than words. 🙂
So off I go to the Chevron gas station/convenience store.
Me: Do you have any flour?
Clerk: We sure do, right over here.
Clerk: What are ya making a pie?
Me: Nope, chicken fried steak.
Clerk to other Clerk: Dee, I’ll be back in about an hour. I am going to her house for chicken fried steak.
Well folks, I paid $2.29 for the smallest sack of flour. The local grocery sells their brand of flour for about 1/2 that. And when I got home, we checked the date. Good through 11/19/17. Oh well, no weevils in it. It’ll do. And that folks, is the cost of convenience.
As always, more to come.