The other day, I was at the supermarket browsing the aisles when I passed by a box of Pop Tarts. I immediately giggled to myself as I remembered the sugary goodness of this breakfast treat. Since I couldn't remember the last time I had easten one, I picked up the box to have a closer look and saw the following:
SALE: 24 Pop Tarts for $8
At this point, the bargain-hunter in me took over. How could I not buy them at that price? 24 Pop Tarts for $8? That is fantastic!
It is a definitely a satisfying feeling to be financially responsible about never growing up.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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The 'bargain-hunter in you' clearly comes from your old man. Did he mention that they accidentally gave him a $60 bottle of fine Italian white wine at the LCBO on Saturday? How does he keep getting away with this?!!
Over the years he has screwed over companies through no fault of his own. Well, I suppose, no fault unless you object to him not mentioning to the companies that they have billed him incorrectly.
Also, the contrast between fine Italian wine and Pop Tarts amuses me greatly.
I am glad to see you are taking your living away from home to the highest level. I treat myself to a weekly Burrito. Sometimes diweekly, even once even tri....
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