I ran some errands earlier tonight, and when I got back home I rode up
in the elevator with a neighbor who’d just returned from grocery
shopping. This woman has lived in my building for years, and she’s
always struck me as a bit crazy. She seems like she has a kind of
reverse autism, in that her poor social skills manifest themselves in
approaching anyone she sees in the building and talking nonstop about
whatever happens to be on her mind.
What was on my neighbor’s mind tonight was the high price of whoopie pies.
“The whoopie pies at the Giant [a local supermarket] have been
Obamaized,” she said as the elevator doors closed.
She was bringing in her groceries in a large wheeled suitcase. The
whoopie pies didn’t quite fit inside and were sticking out the top.
She’d bought half a dozen of them at the store’s bakery. The cake
part was red velvet instead of the traditional chocolate. They looked
“Obamaized?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she replied. “They used to be $5.99, but now they’re $6.99.”
“Let me get this straight,” I said. “You’re blaming President Obama
for raising the price of whoopie pies at Giant?”
“Yeah, they’re so expensive now.”
With that we reached her floor, and she wheeled her suitcase of
groceries out of the elevator.