Way back when….
Dad hopped in the car at the petrol station (servo for you Aussies) and I asked ‘Dad can you pretty please buy me the 50Cent CD?’ He contemplated this for a while and then begrudgenly he replied ‘yeah, okay, you’ve been good.’
So he goes about his business, pumping up the car with gas then into the shop and when he comes back out, he looks furious. I’m thinking that the serving lady must have been a real bitch.
He hops in the car and turns to me, thrusting my new CD on my lap and says ‘that wasn’t 50 cents.. It’s was 30 dollars!!’
And I laughed the whole way home.