June 30, 2011
Late last week, a local sports camp slashed the price of this week's basketball camp in half. Like a colonial minuteman, a neighbor drove down the street screaming the good news out of her car window.
Within an hour, all the vacant slots were filled by kids in my neighborhood.
My boys are having the time of their lives at the camp, despite the rationing.
Kellen: "We have a popsicle for snack every day."
Me: "That's nice."
Kellen: "Yesterday I got the half with the stick. Today I didn't."
Evidently, popsicles are in short supply at the discount basketball camp. In order to prevent additional loss, campers are given half a popsicle for snack each day.
Me: "You mean your coach breaks a pair of popsicles in half?" I asked.
Kellen: "Nope. He cuts one popsicle in half with a knife."
In this case, at least, the old saying is right: You get what you pay for.