Sinus Pressure, A Mocha and What Kind of Math is That?
Leaving the house with a killer sinus headache is never a good idea, especially when there's math involved. Apparently, I managed to secure a place in the Special Olympics this afternoon according to the cashier at the gas station. I don't know what kind of math she was using, but I think her drawer is going to be a dollar short and it isn't my fault. I gave her every opportunity to see the error of her ways. Maybe just several opportunities, because she was making my brain hurt.
I have a 1 dollar winning lottery ticket in one hand (on my way to independent wealth) and a $1.29 mocha in the other. I cashed in my lottery ticket for another one, which cost a dollar. That would make me even with the lottery commission, wouldn't it? Win a dollar, use that dollar to purchase another one dollar ticket. This is where the communication broke down. Then there's my other hand holding the blessed liquid, my beloved mocha cappuccino. I already have my $1.29 out, but she told me I only owed her .29 cents. So I got that confused "I was never good in math" look. She explained again slowly, that I owed her .29 cents (I don't know the key strokes for the cents sign). My eyebrows crunched together, which really hurt. She gave me a look that conveyed the message, 'You're never going to get this, take your mocha and go, try not to hurt yourself on your way out.'
I decided right there that a mocha for .29 cent is going to taste good, my aching head told me to get out before the lottery police got there. Let the cashier deal with them. This post has taken a lot out of me, with all the rehashing, but did I get this wrong? Am I missing something because of the sinus pressure?
I have a 1 dollar winning lottery ticket in one hand (on my way to independent wealth) and a $1.29 mocha in the other. I cashed in my lottery ticket for another one, which cost a dollar. That would make me even with the lottery commission, wouldn't it? Win a dollar, use that dollar to purchase another one dollar ticket. This is where the communication broke down. Then there's my other hand holding the blessed liquid, my beloved mocha cappuccino. I already have my $1.29 out, but she told me I only owed her .29 cents. So I got that confused "I was never good in math" look. She explained again slowly, that I owed her .29 cents (I don't know the key strokes for the cents sign). My eyebrows crunched together, which really hurt. She gave me a look that conveyed the message, 'You're never going to get this, take your mocha and go, try not to hurt yourself on your way out.'
I decided right there that a mocha for .29 cent is going to taste good, my aching head told me to get out before the lottery police got there. Let the cashier deal with them. This post has taken a lot out of me, with all the rehashing, but did I get this wrong? Am I missing something because of the sinus pressure?
