And, with all the busy-ness planned, I just couldn't drive home to get it. So my guy gave me the twenty in his wallet when I dropped him off, and I was (I hoped!) set for the day. True, I felt naked without my cell phone or my wallet, but surely I could make it through the day. I didn't have any shopping to do. My car didn't need gas. All I had to do really was feed myself and get home in time for dinner.
I'm a little disgusted with myself to admit this, but I wasn't sure a twenty would be enough.
$2.55 for a bagel and shmear, plue $2.05 for a mug of joe later and I was even less sure. I was now down to fifteen dollars for lunch. But I needed somewhere I could sit with my laptop and squeeze in some work for several hours in the afternoon. Maybe I could have made a run for the border and hung at Taco Bell for about five bucks, but I also needed wifi. Panera came to my rescue. Eleven bucks later for a premium salad and an iced tea and I was set for the day. I made it home, strangely proud of the three dollars plus change in my pocket. But a little embarrassed too.
I'd once laughed at a friend who referred to a twenty dollar bill as the modern food coupon. "You are such a single guy!" I told him. Now, I can't help thinking my grandmother would be ashamed of me. She lived on $20 a week back in the thirties when she and my grandfather first married and she never misses an opportunity to tell me about it.
So how far can you go $20?
Since we missed yesterday's hump day contest, I'll pick one person to win a copy of my latest book.