@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.
@redheaded&crazy My boyfriend used it in our last apartment when we first moved in. He pulled out soooooo much hair I almost threw up. It was amazing.
The discount at a clothing retail place is definitely a curse. Saturday is my last day in retail and I cannot wait. I have spent so much money on clothes that I wear only a handful of times before I'm no longer permitted to wear them to work anymore, it's insane.
That's super nice of you.The other day I dropped $20 in front of my building and realized it after walking a few feet. I turn back just in time to see someone going into my building pick it up and pocket it. They had already made it to the elevator before I could stop them. What really bugged me is they didn't even look to see if anyone was around.
@dmdmdm This is how I feel every time I search the "art/media/design" category. I have an art degree and shocked at how often I'm asked to do work for free and told to chalk it up to experience and a resume builder.