I consider myself to be fairly savvy at saving money. I visit the daily money-saving sites, and I scrounge around for multiple copies of the Sunday paper. I clip and organize coupons. I plan my grocery trips around what is on sale, and I get a good old-fashioned rush when I score a deal.
I abide by a particular credo to set myself apart (ok, above) my fellow coupon-aficianados.
1.) I will not be greedy. Just because I have twenty coupons doesn’t mean I need to take all twenty products and leave the next person high and dry waiting for another shipment.
2.) I will not shop like a fat kid. Yes, Twinkies might be on sale, but that doesn’t mean I need to fill up my cart with them.
If Sees’ Candies had such a sale, maybe.
That will never happen, and if it did I’d assume that I had died and gone to heaven, and therefore not worry about the consequences of a year’s worth of Cafe Au Lait Truffles. Can you IMAGINE?
3.) I will strive my utmost to not be annoying. As in, I will not use “couponing” as currency for conversation. Except for this post. Ahem.
So yesterday, MUAHAHA, I saw a deal for noodles. Noodles are one of the few food groups reverently beloved by the littles. I could definitely put these noodles to use. They weren’t free, but I paid about $.40 a box. Not too shabby, right?
Here’s how it went down: We’re at the store and I see some noodles. I remember a coupon (left at home, of course) for said noodles. Somehow, on aisle 10, these noodles become the boon to my drugstore defeat.
I pack my two littles back into the car and scurry home for my handy-dandy coupon binder. I know. I’m pathetic. But don’t you see it was not really about the noodles and ALL ABOUT THAT CURSED COUPON LADY??
I prayed I wasn’t too late.
When I arrived at the store I saw that she hadn’t been there yet. And then I grabbed eight boxes, and wondered if I should try and piss her off by taking the whole lot. After all, I had plenty of coupons.
I then remembered that she wouldn’t know it was me probably has the manager’s phone number on speed dial, and would know ahead of time that the store was out of product. She wouldn’t need a raincheck. And then there was that *hypothetical* little old lady who would be coming in after me for some much needed noodles. I wanted to leave some for her. Not her.
Now, one thing that needs clarifying.
You might suspect that I broke my own rule and shopped like a fat kid by hoarding noodles. But here’s the thing, my kids DIG noodles, and they last for a long time. The box says until 2019, but that just seems gross. However, I do think they will last us quite a while.
And they’re not Twinkies, remember?
They’re also not Sees, but I do feel like I won this time.