- I often “forget” to get something from the store after I leave it. I usually do this on purpose, to save money.
- Yeah, I’ve eaten the coffee grounds that occasionally fall from the percolator into my coffee cup. And there are times I’ll re-use the cup without rinsing it. Hell yeah.
- Selective hearing continues to be a major survival technique.
- I am 100% more interested in anyone who has a dog with them at that moment. It might be personal.
- I only sometimes like Schitt’s Creek, unless I love it.
- Doom scrolling until 3:00AM? I’m there.
- Love eating at restaurants, hate ordering at them. Tip your servers, everyone.
- The person who leaves the empty toilet paper roll in the bathroom isn’t just me, it’s always me.
- I think is better to be sociable rather than agreeable and asleep rather than sociable.
- I wish I had more to confess. But not that much more. Only a bit. That would be more than enough.
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There was a rule in our house about movies: you could only rent or buy movies you hadn’t seen. Renting or buying movie you’d already seen was a wanton waste of money, precious resource that it was, stupid.
So, what happened? Nothing but the inevitable: we watched the rented movies that we liked as much as possible before returning them (ostensibly forever; never to see them again), and we bought a lot of movies we only watched maybe once, maybe twice.
There is a sense here of wasting time as well as money. Yet, my parents remained firm. If you saw something once you never needed to see it again, did you? It’s been spent, over and done with. Rent or buy.
(There was no room here – no accounting for taste).
It was like they wanted to eat their cake and have it too, but also not have it to eat it.
Actually, it feels like it was a kind of test, which we failed, miserably.
Or maybe not.
Maybe we surpassed all expectation, if only because there was really no accounting for taste, no reason for or against it.
Waste not, want not.
I constantly ask myself: “Is this at least $10 worth of fun?”
That seems to be the limit. Any more than that and it just doesn’t seem quite worth it.
1. Let’s Go To The Motherfu*kin’ Movies
My best friend got $50 from her parents for her birthday, which was a lot of money, especially for a fifth grader. It was the most money I’d ever seen a kid our age have. It was more money than I’d ever had.
“Shouldn’t’ you save some?” I kept asking.
“Why? We’re already here,” she kept saying back. Here was a movie theatre attached to the mall where we’d already spent a good portion of that $50 on junk food and other things I can’t even remember what.
We saw an animated film that was a bit young for us, but which was the only thing playing at the time. It had odd musical numbers that ultimately proved memorable only because they were slightly less worse than the film itself.
Movie tickets back then were under $10.
The next week and we were broke again, and would remain that way for weeks to come. For weeks on end.
It was almost worth it.
Anyway, it was the best we could do. It was everything that we, between us, could have done.
2. Wholesale $50
My dad found $50 on the ground next to the wholesaler’s where we went to every two weeks to pick up vegetables for our small grocery.
“Don’t tell mom.” That was the first thing he said. “Let’s go for pho!” was the second.
We ordered pho dac biet, the special. It came with everything. Usually, we’d get fast food or something else, something cheaper, but a wholesale $50 is a wholesale $50.
“Here, you can have what’s left,” said my dad. He gave me the change from the bill. But the difference between what he gave me and the cost of the meal did not add up and I told him so, thinking perhaps we’d been shortchanged by the server.
“I took $5 for lottery tickets,” he said.
Was it a confession? To this day, I’m still not sure.
3. Don’t Go Chasing Waterfalls
Stephen and I once found a crisp $50 bill at the foot of a frozen waterfall during a hike in the snow. It shone red against the white of the forest floor; a beacon on a cold winter’s day. A sign, if there ever was one.
$50? Think of the possibilities. An easy $50, free and clear!
But. We were living a new life in a new city and were still in the process of settling in. Extra money therefore meant extra responsibility, or at least the sinking feeling that we should act extra responsibly with it.
We used the $50 to buy groceries. Also, toilet paper. The good kind.
No lie. It was everything.
Double ply, double happiness.