When A Receipt Defines Your Life

Mascara. Bacon. A single rose.

That’s what my last receipt read. Mascara, ‘cause I’m a woman. It’s that simple. Bacon, ‘cause I like to have a good time. Eating is not just about nutrition. It’s about entertainment. And a single red rose. There’s no one to give roses to me, so I give them to myself. Every weekend. It’s one way I fight off the depression. Every weekend, when I buy groceries, I buy flowers or a single rose. It goes on my dining room table and makes me feel better. A wee bit. It’s totally worth it.

There’s my receipt. Accidentally painting a vignette of my existence. Sometimes you’d be surprised what you learn about yourself while doing your finances.

That vignette totaled $16.97.

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