On our trip to Florida, we pulled in at a service station to gas up and get a snack. The girls hurried to pick out a drink and a snack while Kerry filled up the car.
I was trying to find the snack and drink Kerry had requested as well as find something for myself that wasn't gross when Katie asked if she could get some beef jerky as her snack. Sure, no problem.
It wasn't until I had checked out and my brain registered that the snacks seemed to be awfully expensive that I realized something was amiss. I looked at my receipt and realized Katie's beef jerky was seven dollars.
"Katie! You picked out a seven dollar package of beef jerky??"
She looked horrified, "I didn't know it was that much!"
"You should check the price when you choose something. Don't just take it and assume it's the same price as a Slim Jim!"
When we got in the car, I told Kerry about the price of the jerky. Then Katie asked me to help her open the bag. As I pulled the bag open (and it was a small bag, not seven dollars worth of jerky in my opinion) the smell of expensive jerky wafted up. "Ugh, it smells like Alpo," I thought.
A second later Katie said, "All right, who farted?"
"That's your seven dollar jerky," Kerry informed her. "They should have called it butt-jerky instead of beef-jerky!"
Thankfully it tasted better than it smelled!