How much a pound? I don't think so

Somewhere in the boxes moved from Texas six years ago is a heavy duty stapler. Somewhere.

I needed a heavy stapler in order to attach thieving bastard letters to forms for the attorney general’s office. One thieving bastard organization, one form. There are at least 100 organizations, so I have to download one form at a time, fill in the information, print the completed form, and then staple accompanying letters. Some organizations have sent more than 25 letters.

I drove to North Little Rock to get some stuff at Lowe’s and a stapler and other things at WalMart, which is across the street.

At Lowe’s I got some house-washing things and then went to WalMart. (Lowe’s has a 10 percent military discount, so that is one reason I buy stuff there. WalMart doesn’t have a discount of any kind, as far as I know, but it does have lots of stuff.)

In addition to a stapler and some groceries, I also got three apples at WalMart. I wanted to use a Jewish World Review recipe for French toast with apple topping.

The cashier associate at checkout ran the numbers on the apples. “That’s not right,” she said, and she entered the numbers again. I hadn’t paid attention to the price, which was unusual, because I almost always watch every price. I did pay attention when the associate said “That’s not right.” The apple price showed $4.37 a pound.

I said, “Can we take that off? I ain’t paying $4.37 a pound for apples.”
The associate said taking off an item was not a problem. I then apologized for my tone of voice. The associate said, “That’s all right. I’d feel the same way.”

I don’t remember what kind of apples WalMart is so proud of. They looked like gala apples, but they weren’t. Kiwi or something, I think.