Going For Broke
With the price of every goddamn thing going sky high, it won’t be long until we’ll all be applying for second jobs at the Dunkin’ Donuts drive-up window or the Popeye’s counter. Hey, at least you get a free uniform and hat out of the deal. Being a fan of the sailor man, I’d pick Popeye’s.
These days the term for it is “surge pricing.” Who’s kidding who? You know what it’s really called? Greed. Look at bowling. Used to be a simple, fun, affordable pastime. Now it’s gone flipnutty like everything else. I heard about one poor pops who took his family to his local alley on a weekday recently. They charged him $418.90 to roll a plombster down the lane for a couple hours. That’s a lot of bucks, Pinhead Keady.
Most people won't be able to afford to take their kids out to the old ball game this summer. Christ, going to see the Sox at Fenway or the Yankees in the Bronx will take a dump truck of dough. Ya got tickets, parking, hot dogs, popcorn, beer. The cost is over the left field wall, Chewing Gum Callahan. It’s even worse if you want to see a concert. TD Garden floor seats for working class hero Bruce Springsteen were going for five grand. Taylor Swift and Beyonce are in the same league.
One piece of good news is that my old friends the Mullaneys are selling a Wiffle bat and 3-ball bundle for $8.95. Bargain of the season.
Keep your dukes up (and knock a few pins down if you can afford it).
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