And On Tuesdays Coffee Is Only Ten Bucks, Not Twenty!

Once upon a time my aunt Ethel owned a restaurant.

Even though her eatery was well situated next to her husband’s

fueling station on Canada’s busy Trans Canada Highway, the

locals provided fifty percent of her business and as such

she felt compelled to price menu items so both types

of customers would find them palatable. Concern

for this next necessary price increase was the

reason for an impromptu family meeting

where we broached the touchy subject

of raising a cup of bottomless coffee

from five cents to ten and a plate

of french fries to the ungodly

investment of twenty-five

cents. If I would have

piped up with the

fact that coffee would one

day soon be three bucks on its own,

my opinion would have been discounted as adolescent delusion.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.