'drew has finally stepped into the digital age. After spending hours in a dark garage all alone, and raking leaves all day long, and saving all his money, he decided that it would be worth it to spend some of that money on himself for once. He is now the proud owner of a Sansa e250 mp3 player (that also plays videos and pictures and records voice and FM radio). And I got it all for even cheaper than what you can begin to think about getting an Ipod for. People often talk about (old person voice) "the value of a dollar". They say to me, "What are you doing this summer? Oh, your working!?" (like I haven't been for the past two-three years), "That's good. It'll teach you to save money".
I have a firm grasp on the value of the dollar, thank you very much. That Sansa cost me sixteen hours of taxed labour. Sixteen hours of scrubbing beer stains out of the floor, of wiping melted candy off of just about everything, of weeding gardens, of transplanting trees across the yard and then moving them back to where they were the next day, of displacing twenty cubic feet of sand and dirt from the ground, of breathing paint fumes in ill ventilated areas, of assembling chinese made furniture.

I know precisely how much I paid for my new toy, and I am going to enjoy every last bit of it until it drops dead and bursts into flames.