So today I discovered that I get a discount on wine at the store. A bottle that goes for $16.99 sells to me at $10.67. Nice, right?
So what do I do, discovering this?
That’s right, dear reader. I return home laden with eight books I bought on the street. In case you’re wondering at the math here, let me break it down: because I saved $6 on wine, I spent $20 on books. Or if you prefer the bird’s eye view, I earned $73 today and spent $32 of it within a block. My hour to wage ratio diminishes.
The wine’s chilling in the fridge now. The books are peering at my overflowing bookshelf in a state of heightening anxiety. What will be their new home?