It’s one of those things you never consider until you face it head-on, drenched in sweat and the thirst-comparative of starving; mad thirsty.
That’s how I found myself outside that convenience store in CollegeTown near CTB. I headed to the fridge knowing the only thing to quench my thirst was an ice-cold Zona, Grapeade.
I placed it on the counter, handed the clerk my dollar, and noticed something despicable at the display on the register: $1.07.
Like I’ve said before, Zona’s charm lies in its price. I had another dollar to cover it. I had $20. But just like I didn’t buy that $1.69 Zona at the rest stop, I refused to pay more than a buck for my Zona. Plus I wasn’t about to walk around with 93 damn cents weighing down my pockets and my spirits.
So in I go to the take-a-penny-leave-a-penny jar. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 pennies.
Grapeade is delicious.
