Just did a little pit stop at the grocery store to pick up two chicken breasts for dinner. That’s it. Grand total at the self checkout?
$18.75
I mention the self-checkout as it further humiliates the customer when they’re seemingly in charge. But they’re not. Now these two chicken breasts weigh in at one pound. Now granted they are organic and they are 100% air chilled (though I know not of other chilling techniques) and they don’t retain water. Well that’s great for the chicken, but it’s already dead. Who gives a crap whether or not it retains water. So if they did retain water, would that add to the weight and subsequent price? Sure doesn’t add value to women during that critical time of the month.
As a rule, I’m usually unaware of the price of anything. If I want it, I’m getting it. No hemming and hawing for me. And now with my handy dandy OTC debit card from Medicare which replenishes itself at $300 per month who cares? One month I think I left a balance unused. Sadly, it doesn’t carry over. It’s a use it or lose it deal, so now I squeeze out every cent. I once spent $100 on Icy Hot patches just in case I fall and sprain my entire back. I’m ready. 
Back to the chicken breasts. They’re skinless, but what if I like the skin? Is that extra? Now I get why eggs are driving people to the poor house. I only eat eggs once a week due to the whole cholesterol thing, but they’re wicked expensive and now I know why. If these eggs have to pass through two butt cheeks valued at $37.50 guess what? It’s a pyramid scheme. And what does it cost to feed these chickens pre-slaughter? Add in a drought or two and we got a problem.
So I say we start exercising some control. I’ll buy two baby chics Raise them. Fatten them up. Mate them. Hustle eggs on a roadside to raise money so I can buy chicken breasts at the grocery store. Then I’ll concur dairy products and vegetables. I hear people even make their own booze. I’ll be a busy beaver, but the savings will come in handy for the surgery I’ll need on my overworked deteriorating skeleton.
And it’ll likely be a skeleton as I’m not gonna have any time to eat.
Ya just can’t get ahead these days or … ya can’t win for losing (a phrase I’ve never understood).