Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Elle's Version of Boom Stick Buying

Boom. Fifty bucks.

Today, Elle has graciously agreed to give her take on the purchasing of Pyrotechnics.

I'm only sort-of proud of the things I did to negotiate that price. But it was a necessary sacrifice of my timidness. (cue dramatic music) I can hold my head high now, having spoken up about the outrageous prices the rickety shanty was trying to charge me and my fellow patriotic American citizens. This is a day of celebration, a day of remembrance of the freedom our forefathers worked so tirelessly, so fearlessly and bravely for! 


(here's where I step onto a wooden crate so be seen and heard by the masses) 


The audacity of these criminals, asking hard-working Americans to spend so much of their hard-earned money for dangerous explosives as a way to express our gratitude and loyalty to this great nation! It wasn't easy, I was terrified, I was sweating, but I could not hold back! I needed to be heard! So I stepped up, I took a deep breath! 


"Um, will you take any less than the asking price?" I whispered. 

"I'll take $5 off," the owner responded after a moment of thought. 



"Ok, thank you very much," I breathed, heart racing from panic.

I prevailed, my friends. Today, I negotiated. 



I feel like a wrung-out washcloth. 
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