[at-l] '...that's what it said.'

[AThiker@smithville.net (Felix)]

"That just won't do," she said, and meant. "The ad said they
were 3 for a dollar."
Rickie said he'd have to ask Mr. Buell, and left the
register. Mrs. Purtlebaugh would waste twenty minutes to
save twenty cents. It was the principle to her, not the
money. At least, that's what she always said.

I was trying to guess which pack of Topps cards had Brooks
Robinson in it. I spent a great deal of time,
unsuccessfully, doing this. A dime a day I parted with, for
years, and never got a Brooks Robinson card.

"Mr. Buell says that it was a misprint, but I can go ahead
and sell them to you for a dollar," Rickie said as he walked
back from the stockroom.
"Well, then I'll get three more," Mrs. Purtlebaugh reported
smuggly.

As she walked back to the canned vegetable aisle, Rickie
looked at me and shook his head. Rickie was the first kid I
ever knew to have a driver's license. I never rode anywhere
with him. But, I could have.

"Here we are," Mrs. Purtlebaugh said as she got back to the
counter. Why she'd want three more cans of hominy I'll never
know. But, she got them. As we left the store, she had the
look of a woman who'd just been voted PTA president. 'Don't
tread on me' she said without words.

--
Felix J. McGillicuddy
ME-->GA '98
"Your Move"
http://Felixhikes.tripod.com/