Saved penny is earned penny
Benjamin Franklin is credited with the phrase “A penny saved is a penny earned”. Well, today I have done well. A master shopper. Let me take a bow, I’ve earned the right.
It started out innocently; as I drove son #1 to his long-suffering math class, the van dinged out its cry of freedom. Never let a gas station pass me by, or you will be a pedestrian. The price of gasoline has slipped again today, down to 87 cents per litre, corrected to 15 degrees because we live in the cold north. I’m sure there is a more scientific reason, but who cares. I splurged and filled the tank, knowing that I save a whole pocket full of pennies while doing my part to cause harmful emissions and empty the world’s reserve of petroleum. I’m a saver, so nobody will notice.
Then I returned books to the public library, two days early, saving yet another penalty that is measured in cents. Indeed, this is a propitious day. Finally, the van coasted to a stop outside Future Shop, where the taxation software I had not found on the weekend had arrived, at a bargain price of just cents under twenty dollars. Forget the added sales tax, as this is tax software. Karma. I leave the store content that I’ve actually saved a whole pile of pennies, because the publisher’s website has a value of pennies under thirty dollars (based on a page that is about a year out of of date, but why quibble). I’ve saved enough to go home and cut out a paper crown. Master shopper for today.
In fact, I’m waiting for a call from the media. Kids, don’t tie up the phone for too long.
