Because it was such a nice day, and because I tend to be such a lazy slug, I decided walk to Downtown Crossing for lunch rather than just go to the metro which is probably less than 100ft from the office.
While I was there, I noticed that Strawberries had a sign for $9.99 CDs, and stopped in to see what they had. Not much, unfortunately. The deal was that anything that was marked $10-$12.99 was on sale for $9.99. That meant a lot of lesser songs from older artists. (For example, they’ll have Edgar Winter, but not the album “They Only Come Out at Night”) I wound up buying the Clash’s London Calling, Carol King’s Tapestry, and Amy Winehouse’s Back to Black.
The cashier complemented me on the purchases, for whatever that is worth. She is only of those kids that says that she was born too late and was much more of a Carol King sort of person than a lot of the stuff out now. (to which I replied “There is plenty of good music from any time period. No need to focus on now or any other period.”) She also made an aside during her “membership card” spiel that “you understand, since you’ve worked in retail. You didn’t say so, but I can tell since you’re being so polite and since you understand the reasons for the member club’s restrictions. (when she said that the discount didn’t apply to gift certificates, I replied that it it would be double dipping if someone bought a gift card at a discount and then bought the merchandise with a discount too.) I don’t know. I did work in retail nearly a half a lifetime ago, but I don’t think that explains my behavior. I was polite because if you just face it, life is hard and it isn’t worth adding to someone’s problems, even slightly, by being rude. I think my comment about the gift cards was just my geeky interest in figuring out how things fail.
Then I walked to the Italian sausage cart and ordered a sausage. I wound up bartering with the guy over the soda. That seems so unlike me, I sort of wound up doing it by accident. I asked him the price, and he told me $1.75. then thought that I might as well wait until I get back to the office, where the soda machine is only $1.15 and said “No thanks. I can do better.” He then countered with $1.25 and I accepted. I didn’t think that anyone bartered anymore.