The horror. The horror.
You made me spit on my monitor.
Wooo…I could go eat lunch at Bubba Gump’s in Times Square,
How many all-syrup Super Squishies does $186 buy?
Where did you get the $186?
I had $186 in my wallet once. I tried to prolong the experience but the cat, child, and husband stubbornly insisted I buy them food, damn them!
You have $200 and you let this $186 loser start this thread?!
Dang, you’re rich!!
I know, but I like to think of it more in terms of ‘charity’ to those who have less than myself. . .:p:D
Do you keep the bills in order? I keep my bills organized, bigger bills in the back, singles up front, all facing the right way. My wife thinks I’m insane.
(I only have $21 in my wallet, but $6 of that is singles. Who wants some Gardetto’s Snack Mix from the vending machine!?)
If you add the 1 and the 8 together and reverse it, then it becomes 69 which indicates perverted gay male prostitution. I have worked with msmith537 in real life and even introduced him to this board. He seems like he is certainly worth $180 for 10 minutes. What disturbs me is where the extra $6 came from.
I do this, too! Every day or two, I take all the cash out of my wallet (in the privacy of my home) and arrange it. Part of it is having grown up in the suburb of a ‘big city’ (Baltimore) where you didn’t necessarily want every Tom, Dick and Harry to know how much cash you had in your wallet, so you arrange it so you can pay for any given purchase by pulling out the smallest bills possible. Part of it is just maybe a touch of OCD. . .
I don’t know if my hubby would think me insane; as far as I know, he’s never noticed.
I usually put them in order too but I make sure I have a One on both ends, to hide the true contents of my fat stack.
From an ATM. It’s not so much that I got the $6 from anywhere as it was left over after I bought $14 worth of something. Probably several trips to Starbucks.
I should note that the subjects of these two sentences are not connected.:eek:
Anhow the money is all spent (and then some). In anticipation of being snowed in today, a couple of my buddies hit our local bar (it’s always $20 a person, no matter how much we drink) followed by a visit to the stripclub ($6 for coatcheck, $110 for booze and food, no lapdances or anything, $50 cab ride home).
When women anticipate a snow storm, they usually go to the market and make sure they have enough eggs, bread, milk and toilet paper. I guess when men hear a storm forecast, they hit the bars.
To be perfectly honest, though, I do (in addition to the milk/eggs/bread/toilet paper) make sure I have enough rum. . .
I guess, in the interest of full disclosure, you’ll now have to go start a thread called “Ask the guy who used to have $186.00 in his wallet before he blew it all on booze and strippers” 
Don’t let’s start that again, okay? That’s an upper-middle-class wallet, surely.
And **msmith537 **please tell me you have a favorite curbside vendor. That one at 48th and Park by the Grand Central north entrance is really good, as is the one at 47th and Madison. Some lamb and chicken over rice, maybe with some hot sauce and barbeque sauce - extra peppers and onions? That’s a meal right there, my friend, and it won’t send your wallet south more than $8 if you get a Peach Snapple.
Ah, NYC Street Food - is there nothing you can’t do?
I know, I know, this isn’t my thread, but I cannot resist the chance to stump for my pal on Barclay and W. Broadway. If you are ever downtown, you have to get a gyro from this guy. $4 buys you a gigantic lamb patty and the greasiest damn pita that will ever ooze on your shirt. I don’t have to go into the WFC much anymore, but when I worked there full time, it was hard not getting his gyro every day. It is not to be missed.
Finding your favorite street food is a thing of beauty, man. A greasy, cheap, mouth-entrancing secret where others are afraid to tread.
…oh, dammit - I got drool on my keyboard…I gotta get me downtown.
From that breakdown the only thing that seems unreasonable is the $50 cab ride. Of course I don’t really know the going cab rate in NYC or how far you live from the club so there you go.
One of the drawbacks to living in Hoboken. The cabbies can’t take anyone back through the tunnel so you have to pay round trip and toll. It’s a flat rate plus toll but you can negotiate a bit.