Lenny had been boycotting the national grocer Zebra Market for several years and for as many reasons. This year, though, he mainly focused his boycott on their unethical treatment of animals. With three other major grocers in the area, the boycott was not as effective at it could’ve been.
When Lenny’s mother came to town in the Spring, she was all about finding great sales and sales coupons, something she had been doing since Lenny was a boy.
Bored and with the weekly sales coupons from the newspaper in hand, she began rattling off sales and sales items. She chose Zebra Market as her first savings place.
“And would you look at the price of their eggs,” she said. “And that rump roast. Sounds like a good bargain for a Sunday afternoon. What do you think?”
“Doesn’t matter, Mom. We don’t shop there, ever.”
“Pity because take a look at that cantaloupe. In season too. Can’t get any better deals than these, Leonard.”
“Could be free and we wouldn’t take them,” Lenny said.
“What? What’s wrong with you? I didn’t raise you like that, did I?”
“Nope. We just have certain principles we live by. You probably don’t want to know what they do to calves before they go to slaughter!”
“Principles, huh? They still slaughter them, right? What’s a better principle than saving what you worked so hard to earn?”
“We probably should just drop it, Mom. Neither of us is getting anywhere.”
“If you say so, Leonard, but I do think you’re missing out on these great meat deals. Meat’s getting so expensive these days. And snacks too.”
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