The other night Hubby hosted an X-Box Rock Band party that began around 6:45 and broke up very close to 4 am. There were energetic renditions of songs by Rush, Kiss, Boston, and even some B-52's. Not to mention cowbell. Lots and lots of cowbell.
We're getting to know such nice people just as we're about to skip town. But such is life, I suppose.
Before the festivities, Hubby and I were on our way home from Key Food when I realized we'd forgotten to buy cream cheese. Crap! I needed cream cheese to accompany the hot red pepper spread I was planning on serving! We ducked into the corner quickie mart on the off chance they might have some.
They had it! Only, the price wasn't marked and the man behind the register didn't know how much to charge: "Just come back later and you can pay then. I trust you."
Now this was something new! I stood there clutching a twenty, almost preferring to relinquish it in exchange for the cream cheese rather than walk away without paying. But in the end we left, promising to return later on to pay up. We were good for it, I assured him.
The next day I stopped back in to pay and the same guy was manning the cash register. It turned out he still didn't know how much to charge. Eventually he and his coworker decided on $2.99, a price I found to be more than fair.
I find it comforting that even in New York, even in the year 2008, one can still purchase cream cheese on credit. xoxo
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