Hairbrained Schemes
I was looking around on Ebay today and noticed an auction for an issue of Rolling Stone. It’s the latest issue and it’s a tribute to the recently deceased author Hunter S. Thompson. You can buy this issue of Rolling Stone on the news stands for $3.95 but for some reason it was selling for $27.00 on Ebay, plus shipping. I begin to think that if it’s selling for this much now when it’s still on the stands, just think how much it’ll go for in a few weeks when it’s not available anymore! I immediately headed for the mall, in search of Rolling Stone.
I went to 2 bookstores in the mall and only one had any left. They had 2 copies and a bought them both. Then I went to Target and found 1 copy there and bought it. Later in the evening, I went back out in search of more. I found them at Shop N Save, Schnucks and Blockbuster. The cashier at one of the Shop N Saves asked if I meant to pick up 4 copies of the same magazine. I said, “Yeah, it’s in case I need to read an article more than once.” In the end, I ended up with 17 copies of the same magazine, totalling $67.15. If I actually sell each copy for $27.00, I’ll make $459.00. I’m betting a bunch of other people will have the same idea, though, and they won’t sell for as much. I’m sure I’ll at least make my $67.15 back though. Maybe if I wait for a year they’ll go up even higher! Or not. In any case, profitting on somebody else’s tragic death rocks!
In other news, gas prices are supposed to skyrocket in the morning. I stopped at Piasa Pantry to fill up my tank and was surprised to see it at $1.98. The lady getting gas next to me told me gas was $2.15 a few towns over. When I went inside to pay, I was told I was lucky I just got gas because they’re just getting ready to switch it to $2.15. Then 2 minutes later on the radio, the DJ warns us all to hurry up and get gas because it’s going up everywhere. What sucks about all this is that I’m driving a few thousand miles across the country in a couple of days. It’s gonna be expensive.
Bah, gas prices aren’t high now and they weren’t high then. Bunch of worry-warts, that’s what Americans are.