Since I couldn’t come up with anything better to gripe about, I figured I would just give the economy down the road, so to speak.
Quite frankly, the economy is a mess. Who would have ever dreamed we would see the day when gasoline would cost $4 a gallon, or a dollar for a naval orange or a nice big apple? Sometimes the store will advertise them as 10 for $10, but either way you tally it they are still a dollar each. But in order to stay solvent, a store has to turn a profit.
Some stores will mark some items down a mite while others will hold on to such items till they rot right on the premises. It seems to me like it would be a heap better to mark some items down and get a little something out of them than end up trashing them and not get anything out of them.
I am talking about perishable items such as meat, fruit and produce, and even eggs and dairy products. Canned goods are a different story. Then we have what I call customer bait. In other words, they mark a few items down just a wee bit, and even if they have depleted their stock of these items they figure once they get you into the store you will buy something else before you leave, right? Wrong, because if I go into a store after a sale item and they are all sold out of that item, I make a hasty exit and don’t buy a thing whether it is food or hardware.
As for petroleum products, the main reason for the price hikes is those Arabs fighting among themselves. If they would quit, the price of crude would go down, no doubt. But they have been squabbling so long now it has become a habit, a way of life if you will, and they have been at it since the battle of Jericho.
The truth of the matter is the U.S. is married to a bunch of Arab countries and depending more and more on oil from those countries.
I’ll leave you with this little ditty. One day at school a little boy got an uneasy feeling which wouldn’t go away. He raised his hand and told the teacher he needed to go to the bathroom. The teacher told him to say his ABC’s first. So he said, “A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y Z.” The teacher asked him what happened to the P, and he replied, “It’s running down my legs.”
That’s all from the funny farm till next time.