Ah, Capitalism

Dad, why didn’t you buy a toy?

Do you have an idea that we buy a toy every time we go to a restaurant?

.. No.

Well, this is one of the times we didn’t.

Mago mopes and kneels face down on the bench.

Do you want this sandwich?

He shakes his head, sullen. After a few minutes and a few more invitations, he’s still sullen. Time for Harmless Distracting Untruth.

I happen to know you wouldn’t like the toys here.

He sits up and looks at me, slightly wide-eyed.

Yes I would!  I’ve never had any toy I don’t like!

Hm. .. I think you wouldn’t like this sandwich either.

Mago is mildly alarmed, and his eyes grow wider.

How do you know?

Mm.. I just don’t think you would.

But maybe I would!

No, I don’t think so.

Why?

Because it has turkey, bacon, lettuce, cheese, and whole wheat bread.

Well maybe I would like it!

Mm, I still don’t think so.

I haven’t decided!

You don’t have long.

A minute or so passes, and I continue the reverse-pitch.  Next I know, Mago is wolfing down the sandwich.

Cha-ching!

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