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.