There are things I don’t understand.
I bought a printer the other day. I needed one for my home office. It’s hard to make a claim to be an aspiring novelist without one.
I got a real nice one. It prints, copies and scans. In color. Neat!
And I got it all for $30.
How do they do that? A friend suggested that I check out the price of replacement cartridges. They were $30. So, it was sort of like I bought a cartridge pack, and got the printer for free. It makes my head hurt. When I need more toner, do I buy a cartridge or a new printer. I could use the cartridges packed with the printer and sell the printer for whatever I could get on eBay.
I filled up my pickup last night. It was $30. So, a tank of gas and a printer have the same relative worth. How odd.
A pair of tickets to a movie, popcorn and two soft drinks is about $30.
The used TV I bought was $30.
My monthly Internet service is $30.
My DVD player cost $30.
My last VCR cost $30.
You can buy a new microwave oven for $30.
New hardback books run about $30.
I’m thinking $30 is the new $20.
The old typographical symbol for end of story is —30—.
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