I often do things when I’m really, really tired or really, really in a hurry. Every year come December 31st I promise myself that I won’t do this anymore no matter the temptation. My one more thing is always a recipe for disaster.
I have burnt my hair, chafed my heels (worn the wrong shoes), forgotten the keys to my office, gone to work with two different shoes (yes this happened), lost phones, left notebooks, just to name some of the consequences.
Two weeks ago as I was leaving work after a grueling eleven-hour day I developed a craving for cherries. Although there is a grocery store down the block from my office, I couldn’t fathom spending $9 for a lb of cherries. Had logic prevailed upon me I would have recalled that I treat myself to a $4 coffee most days and don’t blink. I will buy a salad or a sandwich when I could easily bring one from home. And on more than one occasion I’ve purchased numerous cosmetic items that I don’t need. So why oh why did I not buy a small amount of the expensive cherries and just go home? Somehow that thought never occurred to me.
Although tired, very, very tired I took myself, or in this case prayed my car would drive itself to the local farmers market. The farmers market is out of my way and it was rush hour. Clearly, I knew this was insane but the yearning for cherries and an occasional need to override all things rational prevailed.
I bought my cherries – 2lbs for the same $8.99—I’m excited and proud but I’m also preparing myself to be disappointed because $3.49 cherries can’t possibly be as sweet and juicy as their $8.99 family members.
Now home and more exhausted than ever I mindlessly grab a handful, wash them quickly and pop one cherry in my mouth and then another. PERFECT—the sweetness envelops my mouth and tongue jubilantly. Not only are my cherries a shopping success but I’ve gotten a bargain—much like going to Marshall’s or TJ Maxx and finding the dress you saw at an exclusive department store for a third of the price.
And then the sound, a jabbing pain as two teeth close over NOT the juicy succulent flesh of the cherry but the round, hard surfaces of the pit. Within seconds, it is apparent that my bargain cherries are about to cost me a lot more than $3.49. My tooth crumbles in my mouth. The next 24hours unfold like this — a night of intense pain, a 45minute trip to the dentist, 90 minutes in the dentist’s chair, 45 minutes to get home, an inability to drink, eat or talk for 6 hours post-dentist. I lose a day of work.
The total cost of the day is yet to be determined.
There are morals to this story but I’m still not clear what ALL of them are. The obvious is that being frugal at the end of a long day is ridiculous and cherries can always wait for another day. I would like to believe that I won’t be lured into doing these things that scream unwise but I’m sure I will and probably sooner than I would like to. Still I really do know that doing that one more thing is NEVER a good idea.
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