"Mamma Mia," she screamed, when she realized that the charge for her just-delivered pizza had demolished her bank account.
Good grief, it was only a $30 pizza, she reasoned. Could the tax and delivery charge really be that high?
"Inflation is taking over the world," she mumbled to herself, "especially the world of fast food." She briefly thought about calling the Homeland Security Office to report that unknown gremlins were tinkering with sales charges to bank accounts. This could be a national crisis, she figured. Just in time for Black Friday.
Starting to hyper-ventilate, she forced herself to calm down as she collapsed on her recliner. She didn't have to deal with the problematic charge right away. She reflected on what Scarlett O'Hara had said: ". . . after all, tomorrow is another day."
With a sigh of resignation, the woman forced herself to relax as she ate the pizza. "It was good," she reported to a friend the next day, "but not that good."
She also told the friend that she was grateful she hadn't ordered the pie with extra cheese. "That would really have broken the bank," she commented.