J-man and I were talking about all the fees I have to pay for him in high school. I said, "Dude. Do you have ANY idea how much your yearbook is this year?"
(Middle school yearbook is $25. I had to buy Bug's last night)
He guessed and guessed never getting close. Finally I told him it is $65 and that is just for the plain one. If he wanted his named stamped on it, it costs more... and there are other things they could do to it to make the price jump.
He said, "Aw man! I have $65 from my birthday."
I got excited and said "Sweet! You can buy your own yearbook! That is awesome."
J: "ooops. I only have $64..."
M: "That is fine. I can loan you a dollar."
J: (taking out his wallet) "Well, lookee here. I spent it all. I got nuttin."
M: (rolling eyes) "Fine son. I'll take care of it."
Then he proceeds to pull a wad of cash out of his wallet and claims "Fooled ya! I've got my cash right here, and I'm going to Walmart to buy one of those schaweet, little, plastic kiddie pools to chillax in."
Jeez - oh - pete.
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