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.
You took the Miller? Clearly, all the “research” and “site identification” you’ve been doing is taking a toll on you!! Even if the water was 2.00, it’s still a better deal than Miller for a buck, because at least that way you don’t have to drink a Miller. Good thing you had excellent pizza!
Oh man, don’t get me started on the pizza. Yeah, it was good, but why the hell did I think I needed two slices? I nearly ruptured my colon.
And as for the Miller…yeah. You’re right about that, too.
It was all a giant karmic ploy to get you to start eating well tomorrow….I mean, that explains the irrational Miller thinking.
But I’m not judging; I’ve had some two-buck chuck in the last few years just because that was all I could get my hands on. Thank God I have a liquor cabinet now :).
having spent most of my youth in milwaukee, i would resent this entry, if it weren’t for the fact that i completely despise all miller products. try finding a college party in milwaukee that doesn’t involve miller lite keg stands. i dare you!
I can get buzzed on Miller just as easily as other beers, so I have no opinion on it what-so-ever.
Right now I’m into Mexico beer though. Delicious with lime!
Miller?! Dude! Seriously!
Hey Miller fer a buck? Not bad. I mean, its not like Natural Ice or Bootie Lite. Lift gets a lot worse then then Miller kid.
Life. Life gets a lot worse…. damn.