Today at Walgreens, I had my first ever experience of being a crazy coupon lady. I bought six items, using seven coupons to make my purchase free, except for 35 cents in sales tax. I walked out with:
- a 6 oz bag of Planter’s olive oil and sea salt skinless almonds
- an EAS chocolate snack bar
- a Pure Protein snack bar
- 2 packages of Reach dental floss, one in mint and the other in “cleanburst” flavor – whatever that is
- a 16 oz container of powdered Coffeemate
I know Michael Pollan wouldn’t approve of at least three of the items, but Michael Pollan’s got a steady paying job and I don’t. Anyway, he buys his kid sugar bomb cereal for a Saturday morning treat, so I figure he can give me a waiver, too. And I maintain that Coffeemate is better than nothing when you’ve run out of half-and-half and milk.
It will be interesting to find out if the EAS or Pure Protein things will be any good, but I probably won’t find out for a while, when my bicycling mileage is back up and getting enough calories becomes a tiresome chore. Even so, I doubt I would buy EAS at full price, as it’s $3.29 for just one bar – more than a penny a calorie.
At the Walgreens, the woman who rung me up entered too-high values for several of the coupons. (The EAS coupon, for example, was for “Up to $3.89,” so she entered that full amount, even though the item I was buying was only $3.29.) I knew that was going to mess things up, but I kept my mouth shut because I didn’t want her to get irritated with me for telling her how to do her job. So of course she got to the end of the transaction and there was a negative balance (meaning the register was telling her to give me money), which of course wasn’t right. So then she called up the manager to ring me up again.
We waited for a couple of minutes. I felt very beloved by the guy in line behind me who wanted to buy cigarettes; I was glad when the second register opened.
The employees were very good at acting like they weren’t irritated with me. They’ve probably seen worse.
Oh, and then I went to pick upstairs cat from his toothcleaning at the vet. The bill was more than $400 (for cats, tooth-cleaning is equivalent to major surgery, with bloodwork, general anesthesia, etc.) and the vet said his creatinine levels are a bit high, which means he should go on a prescription diet. Which means all the money I saved, and more, is going into upstairs cat.
I guess that’s okay. He usually crawls all over me and purrs when I wake up, and that’s a lot nicer way to start the day than the alternatives.