But it comes with fruit!!
I feel like every time I'm at my parents' house they're telling me the same story about how they used to throw parties with a quarter.
"You could go down to the general store and get everything you need for only 25 cents," they say. "And a cookie for only a penny."
Part of me wonders if I'm starting to slowly morph into my own "I used to be able to buy that for a lot less" phase.
This past weekend, my husband and I went to Tulsa for a weekend trip. I originally didn't want to go based on a terrible experience I had when I visited with a friend 15 years ago. We were chased through the downtown area by the same crazy woman on two separate occasions. (No joke — the woman was banging on my window yelling "Ma'am? Ma'am?!" while my friend screamed, "Drive! Drive!") I remember the city being small and ugly and the drivers worse than OKC (which is saying a lot). However, my husband wanted to see it, so to Tulsa we went.
Now, I'll admit that the city has improved. There are little pockets I would even begrudgingly describe as "cute." But there's still something odd about the city (its fucked-up history notwithstanding). It's questionably pricier than OKC for no reason at all, and while visiting a "cute" coffee shop I met my match — a $12.50 quiche.
My husband and I ordered two coffees, an avocado toast, and a veggie quiche (that's right — not even with protein). Bewildered, I stared at the register as it ballooned all the way to $45. When I saw the quiche was an astonishing $12.50, I told the cashier in a panic, "Oh no, I don't want the entire quiche. Only a slice."
The man looked up from his register with an equally bewildered expression. "Oh no, it's okay," he said. "It comes with a side of fruit!"
A side of fruit?! And he said this as if a small saucer of fruit justified why a tiny slice of veggie quiche cost twice the amount it should.
I bought the quiche anyway and then, at our table, my husband whispered to me, "The fuck? These are NYC prices." I replied, "I know! But we're in Tulsa. What the hell?" When the quiche came I ate it in angry silence.
So here's what I'm thinking — is this my "back in my day a quiche cost $6 at the most" story or is Tulsa just a bizarre place with an unjustified sense of inflated importance?
The quiche was good, though.