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.