The gum effect

This morning, I was crafting something using old calendar material. I cut out a female figure from the top portion and a bottle from the lower portion. As I worked, I envisioned adding one more element, but I needed gum to complete the project.

However, I remembered that my granddaughter had taken the gum from me yesterday. When I asked her where it was, I didn't get a straightforward answer. With my project on hold, I asked my son if he knew where I could get gum quickly.

He suggested ordering it online for immediate delivery, but then he proposed adding more items to the order to make it worthwhile for the delivery person. I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to order unnecessary items just to meet the delivery threshold.

Instead, I suggested driving to a nearby shop to buy the gum and any other essentials. My son agreed, and we set off in the car. He invited my granddaughter to join us, hoping the outing would lift her spirits since she wasn't feeling well.

Initially, she was reluctant, but once we were in the car, she was thrilled to be along for the ride. At the shop, I picked up some paints and gum, while my son selected a few pens. I thought we were keeping the purchase small, but then my granddaughter spotted a makeup trolley and was ecstatic.

I tried to dissuade her from buying it, but she wouldn't listen. Despite my best efforts, we ended up with a hefty bill.

It all started with a simple need for gum, but somehow it escalated into a lavish splurge, leaving me to wonder how a tiny adhesive had managed to stick me with such a hefty bill.

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