I went to the grocery store today and was accosted by a gnome-like woman who really wanted me to drink some juice. I did so (ever obliging), and found myself in the checkout line, clasping a bottle to my bosom and trembling in fear that my mother would take the goodness away. It was only after I got home that I looked at the receipt, found that it was a $3.99/450mL bottle, and that I am now going to have to spend half the year in Hades. I'm not sure whether I'm upset about it, though--it was good pomegranate juice.
