Carl goes off to the Butcher to pick up the turkey. We do get a fresh one and not a frozen one that has additives, so they do cost more.
Carl returns with the turkey and a few items and says, "The turkey cost a bit more than I thought." Now what would "a bit more" mean to you? A dollar? Two? Maybe 5 at a stretch?
A few hours later, the butcher is at the door (it is a good thing we have known him for over two decades)and has an envelope for Carl with a refund in it. It seems that the butcher who is also male, not the presence of 2 y chromosomes in this story, accidentally failed to close out the previous order. As Carl drove off , Mom (the butcher's mom is called Mom by everyone) realizes what happened.The Butcher then has arrived with the difference between the two orders.
Carl takes the envelope and looks inside.
I say, "How much is it? Two? Five? Ten?"
The answer, "Fifty."
My response, "FIFTY! WHAT KIND OF TURKEY DID YOU GET? IT MUST BE THE SIZE OF A SHERMAN TANK. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING " (HE DOES THE SHOPPING AND OFTEN USES A FEW COUPONS)
Carl replies, "I got fresh parsley too."
When queried about the exorbitant sum he paid for said turkey and fresh parsley I got blamed because after all he told me, "it cost a bit more."
Maybe he was blaming it on a hefty holiday markup. ;)
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