I waited behind two teeny boppers oohing and ahhing all over key rings at the register and I restrained myself from kicking them in the back of the knee and yelling
"How bout you wait till your old enough to own keys for Anything and Fug Dug!!!"
but because I am a restrained and consequently ... Slightly resentful person, I didn't.
I inserted them into the foamy rubber and I floated my way back over to the register, the cashier looked at me and smiled, "That will be $49.95 thanks"
So with that, I came home and promptly wrote this.
Dear Mr Haviana,
I like your thongs, they are really comfy, they have saved me on many occasion from blisters and bindi's, They allow me to indulge my inner bogan, but dude, They are Thongs.
I get that they come in funky colours and that you advertise your brand in shiny letters on the strap, they are a little bit special but dude..... they are still thongs.
I know that you know this Mr Haviana.
You have obviously put a lot of thought into your genius pricing strategy displaying your prices in tiny letters and numbers in a little funky yet confusing plaque adorning your colorful equally funky stand.
You do this because you know that if you hung a funky colorful tag with the price actually on it, then people would pick them up and say, Dude, they are thongs?!?
Pissed off, yet insanely comfortable,