When the local grocery had method laundry soap on sale and I had two coupons for $3 each on one, I got two bottles for $4 each. They last for 80 washings, and I do laundry once a week.
I’m set for over three years.
Oh, Lord, some of you are so negative! Live, live, live, until you die! Give yourselves the best of everything. You’ve earned it!
So, you buy a luxury car and croak. They’ll just repo it. Like you’re going to care after you’re dead if you have 50 razor blades in your cabinet that you never used? You’re going to eschew paradise and ask to go back so you can finish them? Someone cleaning out your domicile will see them, take them home, and use them. Consider it a donation.
I have a weird low-level anxiety about running out of stuff. I have no idea why, but it is emotionally comforting to keep my pantry and closet stocked with lots of everything. Costco has served me well in this regard (or I have been a loyal pawn in Costco’s nefarious game!?)
Costco and restaurant supply stores carry this, cheap. It is indeed far superior to grocery store shelf plastic wrap. My ex and i used to joke about leaving our neverending Costco roll to our children in our wills. Ten years later, I still have it.
Last year, a widower friend of my mom’s died - just a few months after his wife died. Since his only other relative was a brother living halfway across the country, my mom and sister accepted the challenge of clearing out his condo prior to its sale. She said her friend had almost 100 rolls of TP, a whole bunch of bottles of shampoo and dish detergent, many rolls of paper towels, and more - just a ridiculous amount of stuff for a single man in a small condo. With his brother’s blessing, Mom and Sis took most of the stuff for their own use, or donated what they didn’t want to a local shelter.
We’ll never know why he bought so much, but it had to have been him because his late wife was disabled and didn’t do the shopping. Maybe he just kept forgetting what he had.
My mother-in-law died about five years ago. I just used up the last bottle of rubbing alcohol that she had, and we still have a container of Vaseline left. I am afraid to think what she used it for.
She also filled up her freezer with yarn (apparently to keep it fresh - I learned not to ask her questions about stuff like that) on the theory that she would live long enough to use it all. It didn’t work - she only made it to 97, and my wife just donated the last of it to an friend of ours who is using it for a mission to Africa.
I have no idea why the Africans need yarn, but I have also learned not to ask those kinds of questions of my wife. The yarn is gone - I rest content.
Regards,
Shodan