Ripped off

Do you ever feel like prices are going up so high so fast? And places are ripping you off left and right? Here’s how my day is going so far …

Exhibit A: I joked that I never get my cat’s hair cut because it’s twice as expensive as mine. (Side note: My cat is a large, long hair cat who looks like Bob Marly if I don’t have him shaved a few times a year) Now I’m wishing it had only been that much. Today’s bill for his haircut: $87. Granted that’s with anesthesia also, but still. How long do you think it takes to shave a cat on anesthesia? 15 minutes? Oy. Then I added a bag of his specialty prescription food that he’s had to eat his WHOLE life, and that price has gone up too. $31 for a 10 lb bag. Wow.

Exhibit B: Today my husband and I ate at Penn Station. He got there before me so we paid separately. If you don’t know what Penn Station is, it’s a glorified sub shop with homemade fries and lemonade. Steve’s tab: $15. Mine: $11. Excuse me, do we live in New York? $15 for a sub, fries and lemonade? Last I checked it cost about $4 for 10 lbs of potatoes and $4 for a bag of lemons. Let’s get realistic, Penn Station.

And this is just today. Don’t even get me started on getting our cars fixed.