This was even worse than standing immobilized in front of the no fat, one percent and two percent milk dilemma. In the end, the only option was that you could name your own status. That choice has to be worth $2.75, right?
P.S.: I must be getting old, but $2.75 used to get me into a movie in Chicago. This turned out also to be one of the shortest Merry-Go-Rounds that I have experienced. For that money, I expected live animals. (I rode the Bear of course in solidarity with God’s own football team. I must say it felt stronger and faster this year, but it might just be me).