My husband and I rarely disagree. All those fights about money and sex that magazines tell me we're supposed to be having? Not here. Time to clean the cat box? Eh, I'll do it. Garbage reeking? Go for it, honey. But there IS one issue in our house - a bone of contention that pits man against woman every single week.
We spent a lot of money on groceries. Next to rent, it is our single biggest expense. It's not that I don't try to be frugal. When it comes to saving a buck, I'm a touch OCD. My typical Saturday involves dragging a rickety cart through Times Square, down the subway steps, into the pee-soaked subway elevator, onto the train, then braving the line at Trader Joe's, heading back to the subway, up the pee-soaked elevator, onto the train, and through Times Square, all so I can save the $20 delivery fee.
It takes approximately 3 hours.
Matt and I go around and around about this.
"You spent HOW MUCH on groceries?"
(Even though I go to a place that sells $3 wine, our total still seems to cost the equivalent of a lap dance.)
"If you lose your day shopping for groceries, is it really worth the money?"
(Organic bananas for $.19 a pound! Organic whole chicken - $12.99! A tub of organic yogurt - $2.99!)
"You do realize that there's a store right downstairs."
Ah yes, the STORE DOWNSTAIRS. How it mocks me with its convenience. Want to know what convenience costs? $.79 per pound! For non-organic bananas! It physically pains me to pay that much when I know that only 3 hours away I could save sixty cents.
Okay, perhaps it's time to give this a re-think.
Still, there I am every weekend, cart in hand, grump on face. I can't not go. It's the same feeling I have whenever I see money on the street. I'm not saying that I've fished a quarter out of a very sketchy pool of sidewalk water (at least I think it was water) but hey, that's why God invented hand sanitizer.
What do you do to save a buck? Collect cans? Reuse dental floss? Or do you throw caution to the wind and let the non-sale items fall where they may? 10 points to the person who does something even more ridiculous than me.