Eighty Thousand

I received my notification reminder from NYS DMV that my annual inspection was due this month, and I'd been wanting to take the car in for an oil change for some time. Also, the last time I went to our local Mavis (at least six months ago!) they advised I'd be needing new rear tires and an alignment in the summer. All of that is now taken care of, for far less money than I'd feared, eminently affordable. As I also anticipated, it took all morning, but the Mavis is fairly centrally located on Broadway near all types of shopping and eateries. I didn't feel much like walking in the humidity anyway, so I killed a bit of time in the gourmet grocery store where I only purchased a couple salads, a drink, and a Mason jar in which to decant my pickled radishes (currently in a washed-out pasta sauce jar). Then I sat a bit more, then decided to check out the local marijuana dispensary about a block north, and it was wonderful! The employees I met couldn't be nicer or more helpful, I got a "first time customer" discount, and at 67-1/2 I love getting carded! As the car pulled into the driveway I was pleased to see the odometer had kicked over to 80,000 miles exactly (not too bad for a 21-year-old vehicle!) and, by pure coincidence, my dispensary purchase came to $80. Maybe I should have played a lottery?