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Tuesday, 3 December 2013
Up a hot fudge sundae
I recently toyed with the thrift gods and lost. Here is my story, gentle reader.
Yesterday after work I popped by Value Village. This is the same Value Village where I had previously found my fabulous Pendleton hobo bag for a mere $15 plus taxes. As I scanned the racks of purses, my eye fell on a beige beauty, tucked in amongst other purses. I caught my breath as I saw the beaver logo. Could it be? It was!! A genuine suede Roots handbag with a cute tassel trim. It was priced at $12.99. I checked this bag inside and out and it was in immaculate, new condition.
I took the bag to the cash register, where I saw the sign. Tomorrow there was going to be a sale, everything would be 25% off. I wrestled with myself internally. Should I purchase the bag now? I could gamble that it would be there tomorrow and save a few dollars. I'm on a pretty tight budget, and a few dollars goes a loooong way. So I decided to put the bag back.
This is what happened the next day.
I woke up to find a big dumping of snow. I was late getting to work, so I didn't have time to park for free and walk 1/4 mile to work. So I had to park in the parkade next to my work. Parking is $4.25 (down $4.25).
Then I got to work, and started a usual, long grueling day of answering IT requests and fixing problems.
During the day, I mentally pictured my gorgeous handbag...would it still be there?
At the end of the day, I discovered that parking was free that day!! Yay (up $4.25).
I zoomed off to Value Village and made a beeline to the purses. I eyed up other shoppers near the purse area to make sure they casually didn't spot my suede beauty. Breathlessly I got to the purses and scanned the racks quickly. Sadly, my purse was gone. Oh well, at least I didn't spend the money (up $10).
Then I went home. I was famished and I was looking forward to the Montreal style, smoked meat sandwich I was going to have. I had prepared the sandwich meat in advance, so all I had to do was pop it into the microwave, and then into my mouth. When I got home, I discovered scraps of plastic on the ground, and my dog with this expression on her face.
Sugar, the wonderdog.
Turns out I had left the smoked meat on the counter in a baggie, and Sugar helped herself. I'm sure she hesitated before devouring my dinner. I'd like to think that she is a dog with high moral standards. Wow, am I delusional or what??? (Down a dinner)
I prepared myself to eat a bowl of canned soup, or go out and buy a fast food meal so that I'd have the energy to shovel the piles of snow in my driveway.
Hungry, and somewhat grumpy, I texted my boyfriend. I told him what Sugar had done. He instantly replied inviting me over for dinner. He had made a delicious crockpot roast and had more than enough leftovers after his brood ate dinner.
I went to his house and chowed down on dinner. I also took a doggie bag home for the nefarious Sugar (up a dinner).
After my darling boyfriend came over and snowblowed the driveway (and showed me how to use the contraption). He had to speed off to look after his brood. I decided to treat myself to a hot fudge sundae at McD's (up a sundae).
And so gentle readers, this is what happens when you dance the dance of waiting for sales at the thrift stores. Sometimes you win, and come home with a ridiculously inexpensive, quality item. Sometimes you come home to a guilty dog. Sometimes you end up with ice cream.