Showing posts with label PSA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PSA. Show all posts

Monday, January 13, 2025

Marty PSA

Warehouse clubs are a bit of a gamble. You might find a real bargain, and the deal you find may only be relative to the product. Brand names might well be cheaper per item than in a regular grocery store. But a store brand could be less expensive. And let's be honest: corn is corn. What difference does it make what label is on the can?

As such, I resisted the monstrous box of Cherrios offered me at my warehouse store yesterday. I like Cherrios well enough yet I don't want to have to eat them just to get rid of them, and store brand rolled oats so far as I can tell taste about the same, yet cheaper.

That does not of course mean there are no bargains at a big box store. I found vitamin D soft gels (I take one per day for vertigo) at a great price: two years worth for ten bucks, where a year's worth has been costing me $18. The allergy pills which I also take once a day were $15 for 365 tablets. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that's a year's supply. The over the counter store brand with a 30 count was costing thirteen bucks every month. I checked the expiration dates, too: well after I will have consumed the pills.

So in doing the math, I saved $167 on both. By themselves that paid my year's membership while leaving me $112 ahead. And that's just two examples.

What it means is that if you're judicious, warehouse stores are worth the membership. Just avoid the Cherrios.


Saturday, September 4, 2021

An irreverent take on a valid PSA

So driving home yesterday I saw a billboard with a public service announcement. It said, be sure to talk to your kids about the dangers of prescription drug abuse. Fair enough. 

I found myself imagining a father explaining to his son all the bad things about prescription drug abuse. Dad told his boy a lot of things, talking about horrible side effects and the like, ending by giving his son a pat on the shoulder and saying, "Do you understand son?"

"Yeah, Dad, thanks," the kid replies.

The two share a moment of deep felt appreciation. Then the dad continues, "But the high is incredible! Absolutely indescribable!" I mean, that is part of the danger, right?

Am I a bad man?