It’s time again for Non-Consumer Mish-Mash, where I write a little bit about this and a little bit about that.
Can’t Get Enough of “The Huff” (ington Post)
Yesterday was a big day for The Non-Consumer Advocate. And no, I’m not referring to myself in the third person, I mean this here blog-a-mabob. Why? Because I just published my first piece as a regular blogger for The Huffington Post.
I wrote of course, about my buy-nothing-new Compact.
Needless to say, my blog got a lot of traffic yesterday. Today too, actually. And interesting offers are starting to trickle in. Photograph myself for seven days wearing only thrift store clothing for a fancy-looking British website? Sure, why not! (This will be a huge disappointment for them, as half the time I dress like I’m about to start a Jackson Pollock painting project.)
This is going to be fun.
It Turns Out I Have a Limit to My Cheapness
Even though my family hardly ever buys soda, we somehow still amass a fair number of returnable bottles and cans. That, plus the slow but steady accumulation of microbrew bottles means that I have perform the get-my-nickels-back routine every three months or so.
We always rinse out our bottles and cans so our back porch doesn’t smell like the morning after St. Patrick’s Day at Gamma-Delta-Whatever.
Isn’t this what normal non-frat boys do?
So there I was happily feeding my nice clean bottles and cans into the machines at New Season’s Market last week when another woman came up to perform the same task. Unfortunately, her machine needed some maintenance, which took an extra two minutes for an employee to sort out. However, this was apparently two minutes too many, so she lifted her sloshy, stinky bag of old beer bottles and cans and set them into my cart.
“Here, you can have these. There’s probably like a dollar’s worth in there.”
“You want them, right?”
At this point I’m thinking “Hell, no!” But what I said was “Okay . . . thanks.” You know, because I’m polite.
I actually considered sticking my hand into this unfortunately clear bag of beer stank in order to earn a dollar. But instead, I set the bag onto the ground, and watched the woman drive away in her red convertible Saab.
I think I found the limit to my cheapness.
“Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without”
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