Me brother Phil has a reputation for being tight. Just how tight, well, it would hardly qualify as family lore if the accusation wasn't blown up beyond reasonable proportions now, would it?
Yesterday he drove me to the mechanic to pick up my new old van. The total for the repairs was $694.55; not bad really, considering the muffler, blower motor, and turn signal assembly were replaced.
I handed the cashier seven one hundred dollar bills. She opened the till and gave me back five singles, but then looked up in embarrassment. "I don't seem to have any coins," she told me.
"Ah, don't worry about forty-five cents," I replied. At that point from behind me came an audible gasp, so loud that it quieted the entire room. It nearly took the air out of it.
The love of money, dude. The love of money.
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