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Carol Perkins: My Purse

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By Carol Perkins

Guy and I often go to Sam's Club for lunch because we can buy two hot dogs, a large piece of pepperoni pizza, and two drinks for $5. Add a large cup of vanilla yogurt for around a dollar, and the drive was worth the effort.

Are we fugal? No, it's just that the food is good. Obviously, we shop while we're there, buying bulk items we won't use in a year. We have enough ketchup for a food truck on Pumpkin Festival Day.

As we got out of Guy's truck to go into Sam's last week, I reached for my purse.

"What are you going to do with that?" Guy asked. "Since when have you bought anything when I'm with you?" he said sarcastically.

He has a point. Why take my purse when he's around?


When we go to a restaurant, as a joke, I'll say, "Do I need my purse?"

He comes back with, "Is there any money in it?"

My reply is, "I always have my bank card."

Not all men are like Guy. I know from listening to other ladies.

"My husband goes to the bathroom when the bill comes." I hear that often.

"We'd never go out if he had to pay for anything," is another tidbit.

"My husband won't pay for a single Christmas gift, and he never gets me anything himself. He'll have one of the kids do it."

She might be better off. BUT...when he wants a new riding lawnmower, he finds the money. When he wants to go to the MINT and play the slots, he finds the money. When he wants to take a hunting trip, he finds the money. I hear things like that, too.

I'm lucky to have a man from the old school days when a gentleman paid for everything. Those were, however, the days when a woman had NO money of her own. He controlled the pocketbook (a saying of my grandmother's, who laid down the law to her husband when she turned fifty after having to ask him for every nickel. He set her up with a checking account, but she earned extra money by milking a cow. He was frugal, but he managed to put seven of his children through college. I'll give him that.

If we go to Bowling Green, I shop in thrift stores while he sits in the truck and never offers to fund me.

"We have all the junk we need. I won't contribute to more."

My reply is to wave my bank card and smile. We could have a reality show. We need a good name.


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