I went into the grocery store for cheese and bagels and noodles …all the cheapest kind 🙂 … and when I asked about my nickel for having my own bag, the checker was abashed and apologetic. I tried to make light of it… told her the truth – it’s my “mad gambling money” and when I get to a dollar, I buy a lottery ticket. She was even *more* apologetic… I didn’t have time to explain that actually, I bought the vending machine lottery tickets, too, not the big ones, because I *don’t* dream of getting millions. I just have fun occasionally scratching off and getting $5.
(I didn’t tell her I did the same with half of my money from the cans I pick up off the road when I’m doing intervals, either 😉 ) I’m due for a trip to the Goat… gonna go for $3.00 in cans in September 🙂
I’m honestly getting pretty tired of this stupid letter crap.