Whip[ped by] Inflation Now.

 

So my Much Better Half let me know we were running out of printer paper as I ran the youngest out to his weekly Young Marines meeting.

No worries: there's an Office Max a mile and a half away from his meeting locale.

So, I stride boldly up to the store, walk up to the printer paper display, goggle briefly and mentally retort:

USE A GUN NEXT TIME--IT'S MORE HONEST.

Actually, there was something of a sale going on: 2 reams of paper for $12.  One thousand sheets, a dozen dollars. A cent a page.

As with everything, the cost has gone up due to "supply chain issues."

In the back of the store, I found a slightly better deal via buying in bulk, grabbing a banker's box. The recent work with free weights seems to be paying off, so that's nice. And while it cost even more, who knows how much paper will cost after the schools gear up and they add their massive weight to demand.

And what next?

I mean, besides being unable to find a replacement for our t-boned Expedition because the used car market is officially insane and the insurance company won't authorize repair because it costs more than the KBB value of the vehicle.

Might as well get used to it.

Behold my 2021 anthem, an underrated classic from 1982.