I took my wife to Paris
Before she was my wife - before I'd proposed in fact. The Eurostar, the hotel, the food and drink, the tourism, we spent a good few-hundred quid. But that's not the expensive bit, that was worth every penny.

Before we left, we went into a supermarket to buy wine, beer, and crucially, cheese. We picked up 6 different lumps of France's finest, and took them and our other purchases to the checkout. The till rang up an amount, and we paid it without much thought, as we were rushing for the train.

One of the labels was printed wrong. Instead of the 150g we had bought, it had charged us for 1.95kg. We paid about 40 Euro for a medium sized, unremarkable lump of emmenthal, or something like that.

True, 40 Euro isn't a patch on some of these stories, but at least you got
-a train journey
-a weekend's clubbing
-a lap dance
-a free bar for your friends
..out of it - something that might have been worth it in different circumstances. We got £2 worth of mediocre cheese.

I wrote to the supermarket and complained. They said write to the branch. I wrote to the branch. They didn't reply.

Paris was lovely though, and well - reader, I married her.
(sabre-tooth monkey, Thu 13 May 2010, 16:18, Reply)