My father always used to say that: “The squeaky wheel gets the grease.” Guess it’s some sort of Texas catchphrase. Well, the local Safeway just made that saying come literally true!
The bargain basement turkey having proved inedible for the human and indigestible for the dog—she barfed up a pile of it all over the office this morning—I went by the store during today’s voyages, by way of picking up some hamburger for her. Figured to have to spend about two and a half bucks a pound, a pretty typical price in that place. But lo! I found some for $1.49, not too bad at all.
On the way to the checkout stand, I stopped at the customer service desk to mention my misfortune with the foul fowl. Really, I didn’t expect them to do anything about it, but just thought they should know one of their products was looking a bit suspect. To my amazement, the manager whipped out a gift card and racked up the price of the defunct turkey on it!
Wow!
It covered almost all of two gigantic packages of hamburger, which was hugely on sale. The red-card discount knocked a $54 bill down to $29, and thanks to the gift card, I walked out of there with enough hamburger to feed Cassie for the next four or five weeks plus a bunch of other junk and paid $10 for the lot.
I felt really pleased: $1.49 for boneless meat is a much better buy than the $1.29 cost of the bone-in turkey. Though I had intended to use the carcass to make stock, even if the bones had been usable, soup made with onion can’t be used to feed the dog (and wouldn’t go far in that direction, anyway), and besides, I’ve got gallons of home-made chicken stock in the freezer.
So there you are: a$k and ye shall re¢eive. I didn’t even a$k for anything!
Thanks, Safeway!
🙂
Image:
Daderot. Columbia Expert, 52-inch, 1882. Public Domain.
on the top right, would be great with jeans, too, but Amazon seems not to have it in women’s sizes. And I don’t know whether a men’s 36 is the same as a women’s 36—Brighton women’s belts tend to run small, so there’s no way of guessing how they compare or whether a fat old lady could wear a men’s version in the same size.
is extremely nice but not gaudy. Alas, they don’t have it in my size.
this thing, for example. Oboy do I want to try one of those! It’s called a “Ruby Stone,” and women all over the Web rave about it. Came across it on another site where a bunch of manicurists and their customers were doing some sort of dance to spring over it and decided it’s THE substitute for expensive pink emery boards whose sandpaper wears right off by the third use. I have a couple of glass nail files which work well and don’t wear out readily. But these women say the Ruby Stone is even better. It only costs $1.84, meaning that the cost of shipping, if you’re paying it, would about quadruple the price. So: free shipping? Junk acquisition!
for only $8.02!), you could very well rack up another $848.16 in a year’s time.
and feeding it expensively prepared, vacuum-sealed 
spat in his eye), Bruni goes in search of a tonier, less bourgeois method of brewing an acceptable cup of java. Working against him: a burning desire not to have to work very hard over his morning eye-opener.
. They can reside in the closet with my stashes of incandescent lightbulbs and dishwasher tabs that still wash dishes. A French press produces something akin to cowboy coffee: strong, thick, bracing, and richly flavored. It does not turn the brew to battery acid by holding the coffee over a hot plate for hours. Nor does it have to: believe me, coffee made this way will not sit around long enough to get cold.
online at Amazon.com, but I’m not seeing any quite like Costco’s, though some are 
. The Amazon specimens all have a little fake flame sticking up like a leprechaun’s finger in the middle. The Costco set has quite a few with a fake wick set down inside the plastic (but waxy-feeling!) fake candle, which looks surprisingly realistic from a distance, especially when it’s tucked down inside a container.