THE MONEY DANCE
I’ve always left my parent’s house richer for being there. Both spiritually and monetarily.
Even today, I bet if I said I was going to the store or to get a coffee, someone would try to give me twenty bucks.
Or a banana to keep me fed for the three block trip to the Starbucks.
That is before they argue that Folder’s instant is just as good. “You’re just paying for the cup! The coffee is the same!”
