Now, 5 days later, he tells me that the flip-flops cost FORTY-FIVE DOLLARS.
FORTY-FIVE FREAKING DOLLARS.
And oh, didn't I know that the $25 was for the pink OP ones, not the Adidas ones?!
I am rather annoyed.
On a happier note, I bought one of those big bags of chips (UK: crisps) with the mixed flavors - six packs to a bag... and when I opened it, there were seven inside!! That was a shiny spot in my day!
It takes small things to make me happy. Big things to annoy me. I mean, it's not that I'm mad over having to pay $20 bucks more than I thought--I won't starve or anything--but it's just that I'm mad that I just let Brother negotiate the price in these whispered tones and then I just said "yay, I'll buy them" without really asking the final price, trusting that he wouldn't let me get ripped off, not realizing that to him, $45 isn't too much for a pair of cool Adidas flip-flops. BUT THEY'RE FREAKING FLIP-FLOPS. Maybe I just don't have the shoe-style that he does, but I really wouldn't have spent that amount of money on what's on my feet. I just DON'T. I don't buy expensive shoes. I think that those flip-flops are the most expensive pieces of footwear that I currently own. I paid $40 for my leather hiking boots, for goodness' sake.
The Adidas slippers are cool, but not THAT cool. I would never have paid $45 for them. I'm so annoyed with myself!
Thinking about it, I have way different spending priorities from Brother's. I just about never buy expensive clothes or shoes, but won't bat an eyelid over blowing $200 on CDs. Brother, on the other hand, has more shoes than I do. And he actually finds the occasion to wear most of them. I have 3 pairs: boots, sandals, heels. (and now: cool flip-flops.)