Tuesday, June 17, 2014
My Wallet Gets a Scare
Dave and I checked out of our little inn in Bray yesterday morning after a continental breakfast of strong coffee, flaky warm pastries, fruit compote and artisanal yogurt. We were sorry to go but had to zip back to London to relieve our dog-sitter!
I got quite a shock at checkout when the inn presented a bill for roughly £1,300. I thought, holy cow -- what on earth did we buy? Looking it over I realized the culprit was a glass of 1965 armagnac Dave ordered after dinner the night before. I specified something "not too expensive" to the waiter, who showed me a menu price of £54 for the glass. In the spirit of Dave's birthday I choked back my miserly instincts and said sure. Dave was shocked it cost even that much. Lo and behold, upon checkout, the price appeared on our bill as more than £700! That's right, more than $1,200. For a glass of brandy.
I explained to the woman at the desk that there's no way that price could be correct. She double-checked and said it seemed to be, but I firmly said no. (I'm guessing that's the price for the bottle?) I explained I'd been quoted a price of £54 by the waiter.
To her credit, she changed the price to the one I expected, and we paid. I mean, what do I look like, a freaking hedge fund manager?!
Aside from this minor snafu, The Waterside Inn was wonderful and we definitely plan to return.
I spent the afternoon continuing to clean out my photo albums. I have eliminated many books so far by throwing away substandard photos and scanning others. I'm saving prints only if they're good quality and they're favorite shots. It feels great to lighten this load!
(Photos: Two more shots from Bray. These are both hdr, which means they're composites of three separate exposures to capture a fuller range of light in the sky and in the light and dark areas.)