Hey, doesn’t that sound like a great title for an adventure story? Well, don’t get too excited. This isn’t an adventure story. Not that kind, anyway. This story is an adventure in shopping. Yes, I know. It’s my least favorite thing to do, but bear with me.
The Ninja in question isn’t a legendary Japanese warrior. It’s my new small kitchen appliance. Macho Guy refers to it as my new toy. He bought it for me after he bought himself an old boy toy—a Mustang GT convertible. I suppose, according to male logic, he believed that evened the score.
On a visit to Firstborn and his family, I admired the Ninja 3-in-1 Cooking System our DIL used to cook several meals. Actually, I suppose it was more like I drooled at the sight of it. All right, I’ll be honest with you. I outright coveted that Ninja 3-in-1 Cooking System. (I hope that doesn’t mean I have to go to confession.) My hopes of acquiring one were dashed, however, when I discovered the Ninja 3-in-1 cost $159.99.
[Now, is there anyone out there who thinks pricing an item at $159.99 convinces a customer that he is saving a bundle by not paying $160.00 for it? But I digress.] Continue reading »