I was trying to remember my high school prom the other morning: How I did my hair. What my makeup looked like. If I had dropped anywhere near $1,000. One-thousand dollars?!? On shoes. On a limo. On my nails. On a dinner in a fancy restaurant where other diners stared at me and wondered, “Is that socially-awkward dufus the future of America?” No, $1,000 was never in my prom budget. Probably closer to $32.50, thanks to a coupon.
Gnarly credit card strips and no more swiping
I love a news headline that will brighten a day. That will put a spring in my step. That will make me leap with joy for the little things — the teensy, weensy things. The ones that make life worth living, as ridiculous or silly as they might seem. Like when I read that magnetic strips on credit cards are going away. JOYYYYY! To be replaced with embedded microchips. Visa is moving in that direction. The reason? Security, of course. But I could give a rotted melon about that. Nor the time saved or the convenience. For me, the reason to switch — the ONLY reason — is quite simply this: no more embarrassment.