Coupons? Are you kidding me?
I’d always hated the things, so I never used them. For anything. Even in my sofa coins and generic frank ‘n bean days, I couldn’t do it. I’d rather go hungry (and Lord knows I did) than risk being judged as “cheap” by some anonymous cashier. A nosy neighbor seeing me use a coupon to save a quarter on dental floss? Imagine the horror. I carry 20 percent off Macy’s coupons in my wallet knowing full well I lack the will to use them.