Oh my god, this and every comment is the story of my life.
My mom used to bake dozens of coffee cakes during the holidays and those were our gifts/tips to teachers, etc. People seemed to really appreciate them and she always put them in a cute tin, so yay storage.
In grade school, I had a PB&J, pretzels, and an apple. Every day. Except pizza day. Cafeteria pizza is amazing, I don't care what anyone says. I was super jealous of my friends that got to buy lunch all the time. And even more jealous of the kids that had pudding packs and Lunchables, and Little Debbies. In junior high, I had babysitting money so I bought lunch a lot more. Made terrible choices, mostly because I wasn't allowed to have junk food at home. But when I brought lunch is was a PB&J, pretzels, and an apple. High school was weird. I went to a charter school that was in an old converted racquetball gym so there was no kitchen. So they brought in fast food everyday and that got old really quick. I went back to packing my lunch most days. It was usually Diet Coke and Easy Mac. Or Diet Coke and Slim Fast. (It was a performing arts high school. Ballet classes. Self-esteem issues.)
I have a credit card with Amazon Rewards which is awesome because every once in a while those points come in handy. Like now, for Christmas presents. I use that card for everything and pay off the balance every month. I haven't carried or used my debit card in years. I also have 2 store credit cards that have rewards. One is for a clothing store I used to work at which meant that I got little extra discounts and coupons. The other one is an Angels card that I opened when I had a bra emergency at work.
@echolikebells I'm from Ohio too but for whatever reason, I ALWAYS said DMV until I had to do something with the title of one of my old cars and was very confused why I couldn't find the department of motor vehicles in the phone book. (This was not pre-Google days but pre-realizing-that-the-internet-has-search-engines-that-can-help-you-find-things days.)
When my sister was getting married, we stopped in a bridal store to get ideas for bridesmaid dresses. Somehow we started looking at wedding dresses instead and she ended up getting the very first dress she tried on. Of course, she tried on a good 10 dresses that day but she walked out with the first one. This is how we knew it was meant for her: only one left in the store AND it was her size, needed no alterations (!!!), and was marked down/on sale for $99. What?? Yep.
I had these kind of experiences all the time when I lived in NYC but only there. The baristas at our Starbucks knew my boyfriend and me by sight which was great when there was a line (but sucked if we were ever in the mood for something different). And at the pizza place, the old owner would throw in garlic knots with our order all the time especially if it was me picking up the pizza. There was also a deli that I would pass and it was the only one on my walk home that carried Pepsi Max. The owner was an old man and called me "my darling" in a sweet, not creepy way. One time the soda I bought was expired by a year and I felt terrible taking it back.
One year, I saved $4,000 and I was amazed with myself.
When I first moved to Washington Heights, close to my apartment there was a bike locked to one of those little fences around around a tree. It was there everyday. One day, the back tire disappeared. A month later, the seat. Two months after that, the handlebars. Bit by bit, the bike was taken apart. A year later, it was still locked to that little fence but all that was left was the frame. I never understood why someone would make the effort to steal the pieces but not just make the effort to cut the lock and take the bike all together.
I did something similar with a Victoria's Secret Angels card a hundred years ago. One bra for $50 ended up costing me $200.