Nothing is.
My husband just went to the grocery store for me. It’s a rare trip if he doesn’t call me at least once while shopping for me. Today, though, his call wasn’t so much a question (like usual) but an exclamation.
“Did you know these red potatoes are $1.09 a pound?” he asked.
Yes, I told him I knew, but I’ve paid more than that lately, too. He was flabbergasted. He shops…
