18 January

I needed some chocolate before. Had a craving. The shops were too far away and I’m lazy, BUT there was a machine in which you put money into and you receive food or drinks. I would use this, as I was, well, as I said, lazy.

I wanted a bar of plain chocolate. I looked, there were two rows of plain chocolate, one was two dollars a bar, and the one next to it had the price handwritten. One dollar. The same chocolate bar, don’t forget.

Now, I’m not a rich man. I don’t work that often, so I have to be careful of my cash. First off, I thought I would grab the dollar bar. I mean, why not, it was half price. But I paused, my dollar coin poised above the shoot. Why was it a dollar cheaper? Was there something wrong with the chocolate? Surely they couldn’t sell out of date stuff, that would be illegal. Or could they?

Then I thought, okay, let’s just assume it’s not out of date. The price was handwritten. Maybe I was supporting the small guy by buying the dollar bar. The small guy got his chocolate for cheaper than the big guy, and therefore could sell it for less. He couldn’t afford to print of a sign, but that didn’t worry me.

So I bought the cheaper chocolate. And I’m not dead yet. Bloody good purchase, if I say so myself. Bargain hunter!