When I leave my mom's house after a visit, she always makes sure I have some extras to bring with me. Stuff and food. Before I left the last time, she gave me a selection of granola bars. There were a bunch of the "regular" kind, and a small number of the quasi-candy peanut butter variety. (Yum! Loving peanut butter products lately, even if I can't digest them well.) When I came home I put them in the kitchen cupboard and brought one with me every day to work. Some day last week, I noticed that there seemed to be a few less than the one-a-day would account for, and the last peanut butter one was gone. "No biggie", I thought, "E (roommate and good friend) must have grabbed a couple. Too bad she took the last peanut butter one." I really didn't think much of it.
So yesterday, I was in E's room with her helping her pack for her big upcoming trip, and she went into her bathroom to get something and opened the medicine cabinet. Sitting on the shelf - two of the granola bars (including the coveted peanut butter one). Granola bars in the bathroom?
She's hoarding food. I already knew that she was a food hoarder, in the sense that she never throws anything out in the kitchen, ever. But the granola bars in the bathroom cupboard - that's weird. The granola bars were originally in the kitchen, they would have stayed there until they were eaten by someone. Also, and this is a minor point, they were my granola bars. It doesn't seem right to take someone else's food to stash it in your private cabinet ... unless there's some hoarding impulse that's taken over.
I don't know if I should say something, and if so, what I would say. It might sound like I'm upset about the loss of a couple of granola bars, which I'm not.
PF bloggers and blog readers often debate the merits of cash and debit cards, and which one is better for budgeting. I've decided that I'm on the "cash" side for myself. I've gone over budget the past few weeks on Starbucks trips because I didn't have cash handy. I should make it clear, I am one of those folks that knows exactly how much is in her checking account at any time, so it's not a question of not knowing how much I have available. But I started to overspend a little one day, used the debit card, then thought "well, might as well since I did yesterday ..."
For pocket-money style purchases, cash is the way to go for me. I'm less permissive with myself, and also less guilty feeling.