I was looking for some bread at the grocery store, and decided maybe I’d get a loaf of brioche.
I always check bread for the expiration date and get the freshest I can find. I found one that said August 28. Beth’s birthday! Perfect. I put it in my shopping cart.
Then I saw the price:
Eighteen dollars for a loaf of bread? What is it made of, gold? In spite of my curiosity about what an eighteen-dollar loaf of bread tastes like, I put it back on the shelf and got a four-dollar loaf of sandwich bread