#1143 Convenient Cakes

A mixed bag of mildly amusing musings today.
So, what price convenience? You hear in advertisements about a place being “conveniently located.” The Doorknob shop that tells us they’re, “Conveniently located for you’re your doorknobbing needs.” But you never really put a price on that.
Well, leave it to the Oil and Banking industries to set the bar. Arco is waiving its “Convenience Fee” on debit transactions if you get their special debit Mastercard card for buying gas there.
And the fee is 45 cents.
So, even though I’m not sure who the convenience fee is for, you for paying for the privilege to use something everyone else tells you is good as cash, or them because it’s more convenient to ream you this way than at the pump, the going price is 45 cents.
So if you make something convenient for someone, charge ‘em half a buck.
On an entirely different subject, I was driving behind a roundabout rookie the other day and almost crashed into her rear end when she hesitated when she should have motin-gated. It occurred to me that we need a word for this. Roundabout hesitation is often caused by the unknowing and indecisive...
How about roundadoubt?
On an entirely different subject, why do we pronounce the state pencil-vainia but abbreviate it Penn?
On an entirely different subject, I was listening to some folks discuss the upcoming holidays, and they were talking about the first Noel. I asked if that was that the first year after they changed the spelling from Clistmas...
And speaking of the holidays, ‘tis the season for all manner of decorations for the senses. Lights for the eyes, carols for the ears and candles and what not for the scent sense. But sometimes they go too far.
The other day I went into a restroom at the local college and the place smelled like pumpkin pie and cinnamon. At first, I thought it had wafted in from the kitchen not far away. But no, something far worse. I finally tracked it down.
The pumpkin pie scent was coming from the urinal cakes.
How convenient. This will really help the holidays whiz by...
America, ya gotta love it.