Ah, the lure of the sale. Fixed-income grandmothers everywhere can’t resist its siren song, as evidenced by the following conversation with Nonni over the weekend:
Her: Do you eat grape jelly?
Me: I’ve been known to.
Her: Here, take these home.
Me: No, you keep them.
Her: I can’t eat it.
Me: Then why did you buy so many?
Her: They were on sale.
Her: Buy one, get one free.
Me: But…it’s not free if you can’t eat it.
Her: (looking at me like I’m crazy)
Oh well. Who am I to condemn the ways of a near-century-old human?
It’s free to me!