It all started with this sign:
Does the phrasing of these grocery signs not imply there is an assumed contract that one only gets the deal if one purchases ten packages? The sign does not say, "Each package is a dollar." The cashier usually gathers them up so they can ring them up together, and you know they count them. Usually the signs expect me to do hard math, like 15 for $12, and I have no idea if that's a good deal.
So I bought my required ten packages and went up to the self-serve checkout, where I rang up the first package of blackberries.
"1 @ $1.00," said the screen.
Wha? I thought, how does the machine even know I bought all ten packages? It's like - It's like they're just one for a dollar! Still, I thought, someone might stop me at the door and make me pay a surcharge. Better to get all ten.
When Gary saw the ten packages of blackberries on the counter, he squawked, "TEN packages! We'll never eat TEN packages! What made you buy -"
"They were ten for ten dollars."
"Ellen, you KNOW you don't HAVE to buy all ten."
Well, no, thank you, I didn't really know that (though I have long suspected.) Of course when faced with 60 ounces of blackberries Gary immediately found blackberries very off-putting, so instead of letting them rot I made a pie. A ten-dollar pie. Which, six hours later is half-gone. That's five ounces per hour at 85 cents an hour. Maybe. I have no idea. But, pie!