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If you're reading this one Custard Chick, prepare to be amazed.
Quick exposition: Every year our shop has a little event where you buy one cone and get a second (equal/lesser value yadda yadda) cone for a nickel. Like BOGO, except instead of getting one for free you get one for a nickel. What a deal, right?
Except that invariably we always get a few idiots who either didn't read the ad right or just heard what they wanted to hear and - you guessed it - think everything in the store is being sold for just five cents! That's right, it doesn't occur to these honor students that a store might not want to have a day where all transactions are nearly a one hundred percent loss. Hell, one well-spent twenty dollar bill could clear out the store's inventory if such a day existed. But regardless of simple logic there's always a few people, rarely younger than sixty, who happily stride up to the window with a nickel or dime in hand. Maybe a quarter, they're gonna treat the whole family.
Except this year. Somehow, in the long busy day it just... never happened!
Somehow out of the hundreds of people who showed up, the statistically staggeringly improbable event of everyone reading and correctly understanding the plain language of the advertisement occurred. Nobody bitched about not getting half the store with some pocket change.
The custard gods were with us that day. Now I just need to figure out what offering to make them to repeat this blessing next year. I'm thinking maybe something with rainbow sprinkles.
Quick exposition: Every year our shop has a little event where you buy one cone and get a second (equal/lesser value yadda yadda) cone for a nickel. Like BOGO, except instead of getting one for free you get one for a nickel. What a deal, right?
Except that invariably we always get a few idiots who either didn't read the ad right or just heard what they wanted to hear and - you guessed it - think everything in the store is being sold for just five cents! That's right, it doesn't occur to these honor students that a store might not want to have a day where all transactions are nearly a one hundred percent loss. Hell, one well-spent twenty dollar bill could clear out the store's inventory if such a day existed. But regardless of simple logic there's always a few people, rarely younger than sixty, who happily stride up to the window with a nickel or dime in hand. Maybe a quarter, they're gonna treat the whole family.
Except this year. Somehow, in the long busy day it just... never happened!
Somehow out of the hundreds of people who showed up, the statistically staggeringly improbable event of everyone reading and correctly understanding the plain language of the advertisement occurred. Nobody bitched about not getting half the store with some pocket change.The custard gods were with us that day. Now I just need to figure out what offering to make them to repeat this blessing next year. I'm thinking maybe something with rainbow sprinkles.
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