Once, I saw my father wearing some very new dress pants. I was surprised to see him so dressed up. Then he asks me, “Guess how much I paid for these pants?” I really wasn’t sure how much they cost, but knowing my father he didn’t pay full price. I said, “Thirty dollars.” He said I was way too high. I kept lowering the price until I reached ten dollars and even then I was wrong, so I gave up. My father had the biggest smile on his face. “I only paid fifty cents!” How? He went to the Salvation Army! And just to prove it to me, he unbuckled his belt and showed me the price tag that was still stapled to the waistband.
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One afternoon, I was in the backyard hanging the laundry when an old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. But when I walked into the house, he followed me, sauntered down the hall and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back. He resumed his position in the hallway and slept for an hour.
This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: “Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap. ”
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: “He lives in a home with ten children – he’s trying to catch up on his sleep.”
I cried from laughter
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My dad was sort of like that too. Only he would buy in bulk or thrift stores, find sales and use coupons or go to auctions and drive my mom crazy bringing home all sorts of things they didn’t need because it came in a deal he won when he bid at the auctions.