Yankee hot cocoa is the best hot cocoa in the world!

I bet $9.15 that Peter King doesn’t understand the difference between gross profit margin and net profit margin.

Yeah, $10 is a bit much. But you also get a nice souvenir cup with that.

Peter King, from Bangor freakin’ Maine considers it pretty cold?  I spent the longest winter of my life one summer in Maine.
Sooperstring is right- Net profit after labor, overhead and being The Official Hot Chocolate Of The New York Yankees powered by Jeep, brings it down to net of $1.79.
And you can be safe and secure…......

TCM.. You’re right. It isn’t funny if I have to explain it.  But, it wasn’t a segue, there will be some who “get it”, and there might be a couple people who got a chuckle out of it.  I didn’t do it just for you.

Also, I enjoy immensely that you didn’t notice I don’t spell “Thief” correctly either?  Maybe I did it on perpus?  Ah crud, I just explained it to you, now it won’t be funny at all.

I got 20 ounces of hot chocolate in a “souvenier” insulated plastic mug at Penn State a few weeks ago for only $5.  It wasa bit more reasonable in that at least I can use the cup again!

Once a year in our neighborhood we have a block party.  Everybody kicks in money and brings a dish, and we get lots of beer and soda and food.

One of the annual traditions is a “golf” game.  Organizers lay out 18 holes.  The tee boxes are just little signposts with hole numbers; the “holes” are also little numbered signposts, with a ring around each (roughly 12” diameter).  The balls are foam or nerf balls with fishing weights wedged inside.  Pavement = water, except for sidewalks (cart path).  You play with a 9 iron or pitching wedge; so long as the ball ends up within the ring, the ball’s in the hole.  Each foursome kicks in cash to play, and the winner takes the pot.

Anyway, the course spans a few streets, and as you progress, you end up quite a ways from party central.  The day gets hot, but you’re nowhere near the cold (and free) beer.

So a few years ago some middle-school kids hit upon an enterprising idea: they put on roller blades, grabbed pitchers and cups, and skated out to the various foursomes selling $2 cups of beer.  Most of us were happy to pay, knowing full well that the beer could be free if we just took a break and walked a few blocks.

Those kids are probably in Yankee concessions management, now.

Not to nitpick, Mode, but you goofed on “atheist” too. Shades of Marv Throneberry, I suppose: don’t bother, Casey; he missed second, too.