Please, Whatever You Do…Don’t Ask Him How Much A Candy Bar Cost in 1952



(Ironically, my father complains when my daughter texts all the way to school…if only he knew.)

Caolinn: Grandpa’s been complaining about a 20 cent increase in the price of a McMuffin for ten minutes.  Please send a rope.

Me: Snort

Caolinn: “It’s a twenty percent increase!  That’s INSANE!”

Me:That’s fabulous.

Caolinn: Glad you think so, because guess who’s gonna be late to school because of breakfast sandwich inflation?

Me: I’ll call the attendance office.

Caolinn: God, I can’t wait to hear that one.  “Reason for tardy? Depression-era sandwich rage.”

40 thoughts on “Please, Whatever You Do…Don’t Ask Him How Much A Candy Bar Cost in 1952

  1. I assume your “That’s fabulous.” was because Caolinn knows what 20% means and can figure it out in her head. She is a member of the true 1%: Those who actually know what 1% means. Another “You done good, Teacher-Mom!”.

    Except for allowing her to eat that McSh#t of course.

  2. These are friggin’ priceless. Plus, it’s a fun way to give the team here in the Big Brother department ammo for when they finally can me.

    Also, she should totally hashtag that one. 🙂

  3. Holy pitas, 20%? I knew it was bad but hell … I can’t even blame Obamacare, because this type of hair has been going on in America since we got mixed up in those damned Falkland Islands, and he’ll if I don’t remember whe-

    Oh shit. Does this mean I’m old?

    • Awww! I love that one, too. I wish I’d made it. I make just over half my memes, but that one was someone else’s brilliance that I poached when I was too tired to come up with anything. 🙂 And seriously…that generation is AMAZING. That’s the word, right? Amazing?

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