Hey, y’all! (I can say y’all now without looking like a poser because I’m in the South.) Did you miss me? I’m sure you noticed that I didn’t post Wednesday because my site was down — and also because I didn’t write anything — but mostly because my site was down. Some attack from Japan or something? I don’t know. All I know is Andrea of Nuts & Bolts is a goddess and fixed everything because she’s awesome.
North Carolina is great. The weather has been PERFECT. I will do a quick recap of the trip when I post my NC spending (next Wednesday?). I’m actually not doing too bad spending wise. As I type this, I just cracked the $100 mark on food/coffee and this is day 5. Impressed? Me too. *pats self on back for frugal-ness*
Frugality can be a very good thing. Saving money to put towards debt or retirement is the bee’s knees. But not always. Sometimes frugality comes at a higher price than one would expect…
Picture it: Elizabeth City, North Carolina circa Monday, June 24, 2013 11:00 AMish. Two Northerners innocently agree to go to a little fast food chain called Bojangles. “It’s cheap!”, they said. “It’s delicious!”, they said. As they have never been there, the Northerners take the (solicited) advice of a North Carolinian and both order the Cheddar Bo Biscuit. From here on out, it will be referred to as “The Biscuit of Death”.
We really should have known better. As adults, we should have looked at the biscuit sandwiching a disgustingly large hunk of cheddar cheese and said, “Wow, I really don’t want to have a heart attack today, I’ll pass.” But we didn’t. No, we each ate one of those Biscuits of Death. I often say that I don’t have any regrets in this lifetime, that is no longer the case…
Thankfully, neither of us actually had heart attacks. But our stomachs were TORE UP. We spent the rest of the day (and night) laying on couches and moaning in pain. Headaches, stomach aches, every type of ache. And P.S., the Biscuit of Death tastes the same coming back up. Yeah. I went there.
So there ya have it, folks. For only $1.60, you can lose an entire day of vacation to illness. I’m not totally convinced that it had nothing to do with my mom’s ER trip Tuesday night, but that’s a story for another day.
Points of this rambling post:
– There is a point where being cheap will bite you in the ass. Literally. No really, literally.
– Don’t eat the Cheddar Bo Biscuit. Ever. In fact, I would feel better if you took a blood oath right now. Please, guys, I’m just looking out for your well being.
I have been all about salads and fresh fruit since “the incident”. My stomach thanks me.
When did being cheap really bite you in the ass? Have you ever had the misfortune of digesting a Cheddar Bo Biscuit?
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