When They Just Don’t Get It

I woke up to an email this morning that went like this:

“Absolutely excessive for what it is. I am astounded… $8,000 for a measly river cruise?”

Click. Delete.

But not before that familiar little demon in the back of my head tried to clear his throat and ask, “Wait… are you charging too much?”

It’s an old ghost. Shows up anytime you put a price on something deeply considered. He never knocks. Just kicks the door in and shouts, “Imposter!”