I come across hilarious consumer behavior every day. Once in a while I like to drop a quick post showing off some of this ridiculousness. Like this previous post, and this post today.
Irrational Pizza Delivery Guy
A couple months ago we were driving to a Strawberry Festival when I pulled up behind this Papa Johns pizza delivery guy. Several dudes I know delivered pizzas for years–it’s a decent job and can easily accompany other full time employment or schooling. But, one thing is certain: it is going to be really hard to make decent money delivering pizzas when those pizzas are being protected by 2.5 tons of Detroit steel (plus the weight of the pizzas) and maybe getting 11 mpg in the city.
Something tells me that this Yukon is precisely the cause of this gentleman’s need to be delivering pizzas in the first place.
Corn Cob Crazy
I was walking through the grocery store and had the sudden urge to grill some corn. So, I picked up the first pack of corn I saw. When my wife saw it, she asked how much it was. I assumed it was just normal corn prices–which is normally something between “free” and “dirt cheap.”
So, you can imagine my surprise when I went back to verify and I saw this:
Yah, a cool $1.20-a-cob. I was even more embarassed when I noticed the real corn right next to it:
They almost got me. Yep, almost got me to pay 5-times the cost just for the privilege of not having to husk the stuff myself. Except for those making a gross oversight, who on earth is buying the styrofoam and plastic pre-husked version? Some idiot, no doubt.
Save $10 A Day. And Not A Penny More.
I still find myself clicking on various “money” lists on the internet. You’ve seen them. 10 Ways to Save Money Today. Or, 6 Items To Buy at The Dollar Store. Or, 91 Ways To Pay 10% Less For Things You 100% Don’t Need.
Yah, you’ve all seen that nonsense. Well, today I clicked on a list on MSN that read, Save $10-a-day, or $3,650 a year!
I bit, and this was the first item…
Really? So, if you want to save a bunch of money, buy two lunches at the restaurant by the office and save one for dinner. This reminds me of Uncle Buck’s way to quit smoking:
Cindy Russell: Oh, good.
Buck: Isn’t that something? I’m on to cigars now. I’m on to a five-year plan. I eliminated cigarettes, then I go to cigars, then I go to pipes, then I go to chewing tobacco, then I’m on to that nicotine gum.
I mean, isn’t this a list designed to get people to spend less? If somebody is willing enough to click on the list and show a desire to save some money, why are we slow-rollin’ them this ridiculous half-step of buying take-out at lunch and reheating it at dinner? I mean, why not just say, “Cook Dinner at Home.” Or, if you want to get really crazy, “Cook dinner at home and bring leftovers for lunch the next day.” Gasp! Surely that couldn’t be a reasonable recommendation.
This Is A Small?
I tend to think fast food gets a pretty bad rap in this country. It’s a cheap, convenient, predictable, and relatively good meal on-the-go. In moderation, I don’t really see a problem with it. What’s more, by using gift cards or coupons, prices are almost on par with home cooking. Yah, it’s not an every day thing, but once a week or less? Not a big deal.
Anyway, one day last week I had to work late. I knew we needed to do some grocery shopping and the pantry was a tad bare, so I went into “good husband” mode and decided to finally use this Burger King survey receipt thing I had stuffed in the center console. (To redeem myself to my readers, I completed the online survey while I was jumpstarting a stranded motorist at the gas station).
Anyway, I had to pay for a small fry and small drink to get a free Whopper. Because my wife loves them, I also got some chicken fries (here for a limited time…)
I figured…small fry, small drink, chicken fry…must be about $5—tops. You can imagine my shock when the cashier said, “alright homie, that’ll be $7.07.” I had him read it back to me, sure enough he was right. That’s Janet Yellen inflation for ya.
But, that’s not what I’m most worried about. My biggest worry was when he handed me the soda…
Yes, this is a small. A 21 oz. SMALL drink.
My wife and I both worked at McDonalds as teenagers, and today we rarely, if ever, order a drink when we get fast food. So, this was rather alarming. When we worked at McDonalds, there were three drink sizes.
Small (Kid’s Size) – 12 oz.
Medium – 16 oz.
Large – 21 oz.
So here I am thinking prices have gone up a lot, when the only thing inflating faster than the prices is the sizes. Twenty-one ounces of sugary beverage is now what a parent gets for the youngster in the backseat to keep them pacified for the trip home from soccer practice.
I’m generally against sin regulation and nanny-state government schemes. So, when Michael Bloomberg tried to limit sugary drinks in NYC to no more than 16 ounces a couple years ago, I was first to cry out “What is this, 1984?” However, after seeing this first hand, I’d at least like a little corporate social responsibility to take over. When I order small, I expect something that is small enough to sneak into the movie theater.
This…yah….this is just ridiculous.
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