I stared at the number in green seven-segment displays on the register. It brought a moment of pause, and thoughts of a place that is hopefully well on its way to conversion to razor blades (with one section being sealed and transported to a remote site in Washington State). A place that I repeatedly called the "Submersible Death Trap" on this very blog. I very briefly reconsidered... perhaps this is a sign that I should put the beer back on the shelf and make another selection?
But I laughed at myself for the thought, pulled the necessary cash from my wallet, and went home. The number is just a number, nothing more. And the beer is most tasty, well worth the low price.