For several minutes today, I perused the wine aisle at my market…not without some guilt as my goal is to cut down, not lay in for a siege.
With that said, there was a guy stocking shelves, and he pointed out some really great deals. Like half off a $16 bottle of Chardonnay, which I have been mixing spritzers with. (Not a buzz in ten of those babies.) Plus, it was a big bottle! (Sometimes, size does matter.)
Naturally, I grabbed one and thanked him. After picking up the rest of my items, I circled back to the booze department and plucked another bottle off the shelf. What the hell! Seven bucks!
I felt good checking out. Until the dreaded scanner relayed the news that in order to get the sale, I’d have to buy four bottles.
“Screw that,” I thought.
Along with a jones, I have my principles.
