I think I overdid it yesterday.
Yesterday, the sweet sound of garbage trucks woke the dogs up at 5am. I walked the monsters, snuck off to the library, and took my Family Law exam at 8:30.
After the exam I channeled Jillian Michaels for two hours at the gym, walked the dogs again, and then (somehow) ended back in the library to print of copious amounts of international tax law regs.
I hand a bottle of Vicks 44 to a cashier at a campus convenience store. She rings the medicine up and gasps.
Cashier: “What?!”
Me: “Pardon?”
Cashier: “Is it really this much? This can’t be right.”
Me: “It’s like $9 isn’t it?”
Cashier: “$9.19! For this? Really? Is it really that price?”
Me: “You’d know better than me.”
Last week’s cold went, but the sinus pressure stayed. I was so stuffy and irritated that abandoned my tax law preparation and left the Hanson Hall Starbucks early to get the nearly-$10 bottle of medicine:
I knew that buying anything on campus is like going to a movie theater concession stand. But $10? Yikes. It feels like price gouging.