I have never been rich. I only know what that’s like through Robin Leech and MTV Cribs. Money was always tight when I was growing up. This is not to say that we were dirt poor. I do not want to paint the picture of my brothers and I all sleeping in one bed, huddled together to stay warm because we couldn’t afford to pay the heating bill… again. We did okay.
My father used to say that we did alot with very little. When people came over our house they often had the illusion that we had money. This is because my father has always been a master bargain hunter. As a result, I was taught how to be a frugal shopper from a very young age, starting with playing the “find the cheapest brand” game at the supermarket (Supermarket Sweep was one of my favorite shows back in the day!). Being a frugal shopper has become a part of the very fabric of my being.
I cannot pay full price for certain things. Clothes for instance. If they are not at least 20% off (BARE MINIMUM), I am not interested. Also I will never pay for a name. The fact that a t-shirt says “Ed Hardy” on it does not make it worth 90 dollars. Consequently, the fact that you just got an Ed Hardy t-shirt for 50% off does not make it a bargain. You still just paid 45 bucks for a friggin t-shirt! (This is a concept that my girlfriend usually does not grasp.) I have always taken pride in this mindset. Finding bargains has always been fun to me. I’ve never considered myself cheap, just smart.
The other day I had a dream that made me second guess my non-cheap status. Actually it was more of a nightmare than a dream. It scared me that much. First let me set this up for you.
For a while I had wanted to buy Guitar Hero Aerosmith, but I couldn’t bring myself to pay too much for it since I already have a few Guitar Hero and Rock Band games. I recently saw the game for 20 bucks at blockbuster and decided, eh what the hell. While making the purchase, there was still this nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“What if you find it somewhere else cheaper? I bet you you see it somewhere for cheaper as soon as you leave here!”
“Shutup gut, it’s just twenty bucks!”
So I left blockbuster game in hand and went home happy… or so I thought. Here is where the dream comes in;
The dream starts off with me back at Blockbuster. I am looking at the game, mulling over my options. Same battle going on in my mind. “$19.99. Do I pull the trigger?” Just as in real life, I purchased the game.
After making my purchase I hopped in my car and ended up at Toys R Us. As soon as I walked in the store there was one of those bins full of used games. There was no avoiding it. I felt my stomach quiver a bit at the sight of it.
As I began to look through the bin a small bead of perspiration formed on my brow. I was so nervous! I looked and looked, and at first nothing. Just as I was starting to feel a bit of relief set in I saw it. Right at the bottom of the bin. I read the sticker in horror:
At this point, no lie, I woke up from my dream in a cold sweat. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavy. My girlfriend woke up terrified, asking me what was the matter.
She had a good laugh when I told her.