Brother, can you spare a dime? Jason, these are words you will never hear come out of my mouth. Well, maybe I'd ask to borrow a dime or quarter or maybe even a buck if I have misplaced my debit card and, per usual, have three cents in my wallet, but in general you will never have to worry about me asking you for money. It just isn't my style. As I've mentioned in other posts, my mother raised me to be a bit of a penny pincher. I only buy what I can afford (college doesn't seem to count in this scenario since I'll be paying off my student loans for the next twenty-three years), rarely carry a balance on my credit cards, and try to enjoy free/cheap entertainment as often as possible. I mean, just to provide a little perspective, I purchased my first Cabbage Patch Kid at the ripe old age of eight with forty dollars in nickels and quarters; boy, that Toys R Us clerk was thrilled when I plunked that bag of coins on the counter. Sure, you make more money doing one episode of HIMYM than I do in an entire year (feeling guilty yet?), but, even as your friend, it is certainly not my place to expect you to fork over wads of cash when I come calling. Besides, I have a "Saving Up for Jesus" piggy bank that I can bust open if my financial situation ever becomes really dire. How far do you think I can get on thirteen dollars in change?
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
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