Yes, that's right blogger buddies, I'm angry. I don't get angry very often. Isn't good for the old blood pressure, but I'm angry.
I'm sure you want to know why, right? I picked up tickets for my DIL and Superhero to go to the Circus last night. My DIL paid for them, I just picked them up for her. $28 for two tickets. This was bargain night. I didn't think that was too bad. She only carried $15 in cash in with her thinking that would buy them something to eat and drink. She had promised Superhero some cotton candy.
They went to the concession stand to get a small bag of cotton candy. They charged her $10 for said small bag of the stuff that probably even counting labor cost less than a dollar. If that isn't highway robbery I don't know what is. That left her with $5 bucks. A small lemonade was $6, and the sword that he wanted which was less than 18 inches long and flimsy plastic was--are you ready for this--$14.
Needless to say, he was unhappy because every 5 minutes someone came by selling stuff that he couldn't have. He even wanted to leave before it was over.
I felt sorry for Superhero, but I felt sorry for my DIL too. Since they've been here with me, she and Superhero haven't had a lot of special time for just them, and we both thought this would be perfect, and it was a disaster.
Anyway, let me tell you that Ringling Brothers circus can come to town all it wants to, but we won't be spending any of our hard earned money going to see them. If we want to see animals and have a good time, we'll go to the Zoo. It would be money much better spent.
So, I'm getting off my soapbox. I need to quit fuming. Have you been angry lately? Have you spit and spewed about something? I told you my storey, tell me yours. I have to know.
Have a wonderful Wednesday. Do something silly. Make someone laugh.