At the store today an older couple were arguing. They were, I'd say, in their late 50s or early 60s.

They were standing in front of the lemons and limes.

“A dollar fifty per lemon?” the woman says. “That’s ridiculous.”

I should also mention they had a very, very full grocery cart.

“Well,” the guy says, “I only need three or four.”

“What about these?” The woman indicated a display a few feet away that contained those plastic lemons which held lemon juice. “These are only 99 cents.”

The guy shrugged, still staring at the real, buck and a half lemons. “Eh. I want real lemon juice. Fresh squeezed.”

“But they’re a dollar fifty apiece!”

“That whiskey sour mix you bought me was around five dollars and it tastes like shit.”

“Five dollars,” she says. “Five dollars for a half gallon.”

“And you still got ripped off. Look, I only have a few good years left. If I wanna make my own whiskey sour mix with fresh squeezed lemons, I’m gonna. I’m not gonna stand here and quibble over a few cents when we already have $200 in groceries in our cart.”

He ripped off a bag, filled it with six buck and a half lemons, and threw it on top of their other stuff.

“Now, let’s get goin’.”

True story. Haha.