I’m not saying my father is cheap, I’m just saying if he had his way my mother would wash out and reuse ziplock bags instead of tossing them in the garbage and buying new ones.
He’s thrifty, is all.
He buys in bulk … so much so that my sisters and I could LITERALLY go grocery shopping in my parents’ basement. Seriously. Sanitizing wipes. Chicken broth. Scouring sponges. Condiments of every type. Frozen chicken breasts. Filet. K-cups. When Armageddon comes, you know where to find me — in my father’s basement sanitizing the hell out of stuff while sucking down coffee and dining on filet.
He clips coupons.
He gives my mother “the look” when she’s on her way out the door to her job, which is spending his money.
But that’s not to say he isn’t generous, because he is — with his time (he’s a mentor) and with his money (a dozen or so charitable causes he regularly gives to).
He’ll spend money when necessary, but there’s one thing he RARELY spends money on, and that’s to park in downtown Pittsburgh. And yes, it is possible to park for free, just so long as you don’t care if your car gets stolen.
That’s just one of things I learned from him, and in the June issue of Pittsburgh Magazine, I talk about a few others.
My latest column is up. “What My Father Taught Me About Pittsburgh.”