I hate getting ripped off.
It shows two things about me:
- I was impulsive;
- I was stupid.
Valentine's Day is a day to get ripped off.
"Guess how much that chocolate heart cost?" I asked Mario as he opened it one year.
Mario loves sales; even more he loves coupons.
"Five dollars," he mumbled, unimpressed.
"Two dollars and fifty cents," I said, beaming.
Mario smiled. The chocolate tasted better, I could tell my the look on his face.
Mario smiled. The chocolate tasted better, I could tell my the look on his face.
I left the price tag on but paid half-price at the checkout. Why? Because I bought it on February 15th.
We began taking advantage of the day after Valentine's Day shortly after we met. I was raised by a Bostonian - an Irish Catholic father - who never paid full price. My mother was a romantic. I inherited a bit of both in my personality.
I did notice that I had married a frugal guy who wrote down everything we spent and leaned toward the ridiculous when it came to saving money. He even had a coupon carrier.
The first few Valentine's Days we were set up to fail - Me because I labelled it (like it was sold to me) the day that my husband was supposed to show me affection. Mario was set up because Valentine's Day is a day that nothing is on sale; nothing is bargain priced.
Once I accepted my frugal husband and his habits I began to relax. The chocolate hearts were half-price the day after and after awarding him a discounted treat he was particularly amorous. I learned quickly how to get my needs met.
Tomorrow I am prepared to live through the day like any other - then celebrate the very next day for half price.
Funny? Maybe....
But no funnier than celebrating the execution of a generous man and labeling it a day for love.
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