Gas Coupons Saved My Bacon.
There was a time when my kids were much younger, that gas coupons seriously saved my bacon.
There was a grocery store near where we used to live, that had a gas station attached to it. Whenever you’d get gas, the pump would spit out a coupon with your gas receipt. Those coupons were worth actual money inside the store, like 20 cents off, 50 cents off, etc. But it wasn’t money off of any particular item, but a discount off of your entire bill.
I was working full time, and the kids were still at home, but I just couldn’t make ends meet. I was so frustrated and defeated, that there were many nights when I’d just hide in my bathroom and cry.
My poor kids must’ve thought I was cracking up. I felt like I might be.
I’d shaved our food budget as much as I possibly could while still keeping healthy options in the fridge.
Then one day, I was getting gas on my way home from work, and I noticed that there was a coupon for 56 cents on my gas receipt.
The wheels in my head started turning. I sat in the driver’s seat of my car, looking at that coupon. When I looked around me, I saw that other drivers were filling up, but some of them were leaving their receipts behind.
You know when you’re watching a movie, or a TV show, and one of the characters gets an idea? You see them looking into the camera, and you can almost SEE the light bulb shining above their head.
That was me, sitting in the driver’s seat of my van that day.
I thought, “Just LOOK at all these coupons! Actual money, going to waste!” No one wanted these damn things!
But I wanted them.
So I came up with a plan.
For that moment, I waited for the individual drivers to get into their cars and drive away. Then I casually climbed out of my van, and sauntered over to the pump where they callously left their gas receipt dangling from the pump.
The attached coupons were for varying amounts. If the vehicle was an SUV or a camper, that coupon could be a few bucks!
It got to the point where the kids turned it into a game, seeing who could get the most valuable coupons.
We would even drive to the gas station under cover of darkness, on the lookout for those rejected coupons, hanging from the machines! LMAO!
One night, those coupons got a whole spaghetti dinner for the four of us, for .68 cents.
Good times 🙂
Those days are well behind us. But every once in awhile, I get anxious about the fact that I feel like my life isn’t where it’s supposed to be, and one of the kids reminds me of those fucking coupons 🙂
And just like that, everything is alright again.
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