This weekend, we decided we wanted to get Ansley a little pool.
Since our dogs LOVE the water, we knew we didn't want to get one of the blow-up pools in fear that the pups would pop it or snag the soft plastic bottom. Like every other child in middle-class America, we decided we would get her one of the classic hard plastic pools.
We ventured to Wal-Mart and wondered around for a little while, finally deciding that we wanted to get her one of the bigger ones with the slide.
We make our way outside, where the plastic pools are kept, and stand there looking at the two available with the slides.
Finally, a guy comes over to help us.
Guy: "Can I help you with something?"
Paul: "Yes. We were wondering if you had any more of these plastic pools with the slides."
Guy: "Nope, those are our last two."
Me: "But they both have holes in the bottoms, and the support for the slide is gone."
Guy: "I'll sell it to you for half price. $15."
Me: "You want me to pay $15 for a pool with a hole in the bottom?"
Well, at least he was offering us a discount.