After dinner, Eddie got back to the paper, the evening Times. It was down to eight pages, mostly advertising. There was a front-page editorial reluctantly announcing a price increase.
"They raise the price once more, and we'll just quit taking it," Lois said. "You read about the airplane crash in Florida? Wasn't that terrible? What do you think caused it?"
"Metal fatigue, probably," Eddie said. "It was a twenty-year-old jet."
"The company said it wasn't that at all."
"They always do," Eddie said.
"I don't guess the payroll check came today or you'd have mentioned it."
"Payroll's still all balled up. Somebody pressed a wrong button on the new machine and some fifty thousand uncoded cards got scattered all over the office."
"Oh, no! What do the poor people, who don't have bank accounts, do?"
"Just wait, like we wait."
"You had a bad day," Lois said. "I can tell."