My trip to the bookstore

I walked into the bookstore to get a dissecting kit for my bio lab. I asked one of the workers where I could find the kit and instead of actually telling me where I could find it he just pointed. I walked in the general direction of where he pointed and found the aisle that looked most like where a bio kit would be. I looked down to the second shelf and saw the kit priced at $11.25. 1. I didn’t want to spend that much money on tools that were going to dissect a dead pig and 2.You only need one kit per group so I was kind of thinking maybe my partner bought it. I thought back to his attendance record and test scores and realized I would be better off if I just bought it. The sticker on the rectangular blue box said no returns if opened, so if he actually did buy it, I would be returning it. I walked over to the checkout line stopping to look at the cute new hoodies in the bookstore I couldn’t afford. I don’t get how a sweatshirt with just four letters, CSUN, could actually be priced at $70. So I walk to the line and wait as the girl in front of me takes forever to find her wallet. It’s finally my turn. I get to the counter, the girl tells me the price, $11.79, and I realize I forgot my wallet in class.