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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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Rhona Mcferran

Date: 3/21/2019 10:56:00 PM

Nine dollars still sounds like a lot to me!! Frightening...

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/22/2019 6:12:00 AM

I cannot BELIEVE it, actually.

Line Gauthier

Date: 3/21/2019 10:27:00 PM

This all sounds SO VERY familiar, Caren.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/22/2019 6:14:00 AM

A co-worker is always begging people to help her pay her rent, pay her utilities, or whatever. She has go-to-me-funds perpetually. She orders from McDonald's every day and has an Uber driver deliver it. This is an extra $5 charge. I asked her once what her lunch cost her. Only $16. I wonder if grandma would be so willing to cough up money for rent every month if she knew that her granddaughter is spending $80 a week on lunches at school in only 5 days?

M. L. Kiser

Date: 3/21/2019 1:16:00 PM

I remember being a kid; my Mom paid 6 cents for a cup of coffee at the diner where her sister worked. Wild huh? True.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/21/2019 8:20:00 PM

I remember thinking that bread was expensive at eighteen cents a loaf, and my Dad threw a HISSY fit when stamps went up to three cents, saying he would NEVER mail another letter.