Only Nine Dollars
Coffee on the go.
Only nine dollars.
Plus tax, which brings it up to sixteen dollars.
Plus a tip for pouring it, so wave your twenty good-bye.
In the seventies, we could feed a family of eight for a week on twenty dollars.
A great deal, my millennium daughter told me smugly.
Obviously she is too well educated to have ever made
A quarter an hour to babysit seven children like we used to.
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