I was way-layed coming out of the supermarket.
I said, “How many boxes will $10 buy?” They had no answer. Very enthusiastic, very happy and excited — but clueless.
“Three boxes is $12!” One said.
“Very nice,” sez I, “but that’s not what I’m offering.”
“We can sell you TWO boxes for your ten dollars!” another said.
“Also very nice, but that would be eight dollars if it’s four bux a box, right?” She frowned and looked puzzled.
There seemed to be a two dollar gap.
“Look,”sez I, “you’re selling cookies, right?”
Well... No! As it turns out the cookies are a “gift” for my DONATION.
They were also unprepared to make change, so my two boxes would have been ten dollars.
I was nice, but I didn’t buy any cookies.
I was nice
What was your goal?
“I was nice,...”
Sounds more like you were a bit of a prick.
Did it feel cool to confuse & be sarcastic to little girls? Just curious because your description of your monologue was uber creepy.
Did that interaction make a small man feel important?
Math is hard!
Congrats on being a doosh to some kids
At least you gave them experience in dealing with adult azzholes, a useful lesson
Btw, some Councils use a baker that sells the cookies for $5 a box
I’m confused, too. Not getting your point.