Wednesday, December 3, 2014

a sharpie




The sharpie with retractable point my sister gave me finally dies.

I kinda liked that sharpie.
I go to Office Max to get a new sharpie.
I study the entirety of the "writing instruments" display. Twice. No sharpies.
Then I notice they're in their own kiosk in the middle of the isle.
A sales woman cruises by and asks if I have any questions.
Yeah, I think, I got questions, like, "Why is life the way it is?" But instead I say, "No, thanks, I found what I’m looking for."
She disappears.
But there is not "a" sharpie in the display.
The closest thing is a four-pack for $6.79.
I check the display again.
Nope, only the four-pack.
I am nearly resigned to take the four-pack.
The sales woman cruises by again. She gives me a glance.
I ask, "Is it possible to get just one sharpie?”
"Yes," she says, "we moved that display up front."
I go up front.
There they are. Individual sharpies.
They are 2 for $1.00.
I take one to the checkout.
The woman scans it.
"$1.83," she says.
"The sign says 2 for $1.00," I say.
She looks puzzled.
She walks around to the display.
She reads the sign to me, "2 for $1.00, or…" she squints at the fine print, "1 for $1.67."
I take another sharpie.
She scans them and says, "That'll be $1.08."
Do the math. Everything makes perfect sense.


Gordon Bunker