thriftiness
I spent the morning walking around the Chinese Gardens and, having cleansed my soul with some peaceful quiet time and cleansed my palate with some delightful Pu-erh tea, I decided that I was really hungry. Since the day that I plan to begin eating healthily is invariably ‘tomorrow’, I opted for Rocco’s Pizza on my way home.
If you’ve never been to Rocco’s, they serve slices of pizza there that are the size of a leg of lamb. And by leg of lamb, I mean the entire leg of a lamb that had been genetically-engineered to be the size of a mastodon. They aren’t fooling around here. Naturally, I ordered two slices.
“How about a nice cold beer to go with that?” the kid behind the counter asked.
“Well…” I hadn’t really been thinking about getting a beer. But it was kind of hot out, now that he mentioned it. “What do you have on tap?”
He rattled off the names of the several micro-brews they had on tap. “All those are $3.75. Or-” and he held up a plastic cup “- you could get Miller for a buck.”
Eh. I wasn’t that thirsty for beer. I could get by with water –
–and my “Inner Economist” decided to chime in…
IE: Dude. Do it. Buy a Miller.
Me: What? No. C’mon, that’s a shitty beer.
IE: It’s also a buck. Do it.
Me: No! I haven’t had a Miller since I was 19 and didn’t know any better.
IE: You’re not getting the picture here. It’s beer. For a dollar. That’s even cheaper than it was in our Tijuana days.
Me: You can’t be serious.
IE: Do it. DO IT. It’s a dollar. You know you can’t resist a bargain like that. IT’S ONE DOLLAR.
The kid behind the counter was still holding the plastic cup, looking at me questioningly.
“Sure,” I said. “I’ll take a Miller.”
I’ll start eating healthily.
Tomorrow.
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