I put the Vitamin Water on the counter and reached for my wallet. I’d been wondering if my shirt made me look too yuppie but forgot about it when I saw the price on the bottle. A dollar thirty-nine for watered-down Tang.

“A dollar thirty-nine for ‘vitamin water’?” It took me a second to realize I wasn’t talking to myself out loud. “That’s the biggest rip-off I’ve ever seen!” said the guy next to me. He was holding a fishing pole.

“Now, two forty-nine for a quart of orange juice,” he said to the cashier. “That’s a buy.”

I was heading for the door when the fisherman turned to the old man running the lottery register and mumbled, “Give me four Little Lotto Quick Picks.”

“Oh, right,” I said. “That’s not a rip-off.”

“WELL AT LEAST I KNOW IT’S GONE!” he bellowed.