December 19, 2004
549+tax
A price tag was bestowed upon me by TheLion. Tex tried to guess my worth. He began with 499 and then moved up to the generous 515.
I was worth 549+tax.
He had underbid.
I'm not sure how I feel about being undervalued. I am further unsure of how it feels to be a taxable item. Unnecessary items are taxed. Items like food and milk and clothes (valued at less than $110 per purchase) are not taxed.
I am taxed, apparently. I could look at this as if I were an inessential item.
Clearly untrue.
So perhaps I'm a luxury good. Like a fur coat or a fancy car.
Or a six-pack of beer.
There are no units on my price tag. I might name any currency or non-currency I want. Five hundred forty-nine peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Plus tax, which is a glass of milk. Fat content your choice. Five hundred forty-nine million billion pairs of blue shoes. Plus a tax of shoe laces and replacement heels.
But I must say, despite the authority most certainly weilded by a person named "TheLion", I must point out that I don't live in his jurisdiction. So the price tag is irrelevant.
I didn't notice a price tag for anyone else, although there was a laptop computer with the same price tag...still, once a person has used a computer for a while, that computer certainly becomes priceless. There are so many thoughts and schemes, so much data and information, so many stored games of solitaire, that a value could never be placed upon the small electronic box.
And so I thank TheLion for his inadvertant pricing of Miss Dotty. There's no way to put a price on all the stuff jangling around in this head of mine.
I wonder about his...
