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.
Me: …
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!
I love it!! Reminds me so much of my Nan - she would stock pile kleenex in one of their guest bedrooms, just because she "had a coupon."
Posted by: Amy | January 05, 2010 at 10:14 PM
Hey, it was free to her, too. But. Grape jelly? Yeek. Dear heart.
Posted by: cookiecrumb | January 06, 2010 at 07:35 PM
this sounds like a trip to the grocery store with my mother...she's never met a bargain she can't pass up.
Posted by: suzanne | January 06, 2010 at 11:31 PM
I think my wife should read this post. She has the same symptoms.
Posted by: Joe McVoy | January 07, 2010 at 03:37 AM
Joe: It's quite catchy!
suzanne: I can fully relate to bargain-shopping, but what I don't understand is buying something that you can't eat. Even if it's on sale, you're still paying for something you otherwise wouldn't be spending money on. That's no bargain at all, if you ask me.
CC: Well, 50% of what she bought was free. Not the other 50%.
Amy: Ah, but tissues will always get used! Same with toilet paper. Buy up!
Posted by: Tammy | January 07, 2010 at 11:05 PM