Looking for a pleasurable way to spend the day with my mother, we opted for a quick trip to our nearby outlet center in Manchester, VT. We had considered visiting a spa for a massage, but decided that was too expensive an indulgence. Truthfully, it would have saved my budget significant money if we had merely whiled the afternoon away in spa bliss. As it turns out, the Ann Taylor clearance rack was sinisterly awaiting to ambush my thrifty intentions. These four letters were my downfall: SALE. This dreadful proclivity for sales is a genetic condition passed along to me by my sale-addicted mother.
The entire bag still sits in my closet hiding its guilty contents. I am reluctant to cut off the tags, which are the proof of my shopping prowess. Shirts tagged at $34.00, which were now only $11.24; blouses tagged at $49.00, now only $14.99; and cardigans, which were $78.00, for which I only paid $18.74. What a triumph, what a find, what a coup d'etat! There is, of course, a small footnote to this tale of glory, and that would be the receipt total for $231.53. Wait, what was I thinking? I will total the order before the discounts to reveal my net savings. Aha, in reality I did not overspend; I saved $448.46. Wow, that makes me feel so much better. What a great way to spend the day AND make $448.46.
Who says that English teachers don’t need math skills?
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