I went to South Delta to buy clothes

So you if you’ve been following my posts, you may know that I’ve been overspending lately.  Although how do you define overspending?  It’s really a subjective thing, isn’t it?  Each individual defines it in whatever way they want, based upon overall income, necessary expenses, savings, and their own personal values regarding money and possessions.  To some people, I may be overspending.  To others, maybe it’s not that bad?  But I think the majority agree that I’m overspending.  But I’m not in debt and I have a job and I do have limits.  I only overdo it once in a while.  Those times just happened to all occur recently as opposed to being more spread out.

What was it this time?  No, I did not go back to Army & Navy a third time.  That would be excessive.  You know, even more excessive than buying thirteen pairs of shoes.  But as it turned out, there was another big sale I was made aware of recently.  The Orb warehouse sale.  They had one back in the fall, at the River Rock Casino, where I got good deals on hoodies and tops.  This time, it was at the Delta Town and Country Inn.  Not as close to home, but as luck would have it, my friend not only informed me of the sale, but took me with her when she went.

We stopped by McDonald’s prior to the sale, as it happens to be another one of our vices. If we’re going to be judged for indulging, may as well indulge in food as well.  There were great deals at this sale as well.  Tops were 6 for $60.  Obviously I knew I would be buying me some of those.  Dresses were 3 for $50.  I had to have those too.  Hoodies were 4 for $120.  But I passed on the hoodies.  I got enough of those the last time around.  Like I said, I do have limits. The first thing I looked at was these small boxes that said 2 for $10.  There wasn’t much in them, but I did manage to get a top and a dress in my size.

Top & a dress at 2 for $10

As for fitting rooms, there were none, but there was a space for changing.  It was a space behind a curtain with long mirrors put up inside.  That’s how we do it at warehouse sales.  It’s one open area back there, however crowded.  It’s pretty much room for one person to a mirror and a box with which to discard any unwanted items.  So you do still have to line up and wait a few minutes at times when there are too many people back there.

Now in the past, I would have hated this and possibly not wanted to go.  I really do hate it when stores don’t have mirrors on the inside of their fitting rooms, forcing you to step outside if you want to see how something looks.  And then everyone else can see it too.  That’s nothing compared to this, where you’re just changing next to and in front of other people.  But it’s the only way.  Some are self conscious, and try things on over top of their pants and their tank tops in order to maintain at least some level of privacy.

I love Orb

I’m at a point where I’m comfortable and it doesn’t really phase me anymore.  If other people are willing to undress back there, then so am I.  I need to know how these clothes look on me before I buy them, as I can’t return them afterwards, since it’s a warehouse sale.  And really, no one’s looking at you or judging, they’re all focused on their own items and how they look themselves.  And even if they were to judge you, who cares?  You gotta do what you gotta do.

They give you bags when you walk in, which came in handy as I threw many items in there.  My strategy is often pick out as many things as you can that you like, and then try them on and eliminate after.  You never know until you try it.  I felt kind of bad because my friend was done before I was.  I knew that was going to happen.  I take a while to deliberate and make sure that I won’t have buyer’s remorse and that I won’t miss out on anything either.

I think I need a bigger closet for all my clothes

The problem with deals like 6 for $60 is that you have to get 6 items.  I always end up with too few or too many.  In this case, too many.  And then you have to decide whether to eliminate some, or go find some for.  I didn’t realize until I went to pay that once you have 6, any items over that amount would automatically be $10 each, so you didn’t have to go in increments of 6 each time.

The tops I got at $10 each

I also saw this small rack with dresses that were 3 for $30.  But there were really only 3 different dresses on that rack.  And there was no way they would all look good on me.  But there was one that I really liked.  I tried to make the others work too, but it was a lost cause.  They were really baggy and unshapely.  I thought maybe with a belt they might just work, but my friend assured me that it looked like I was wearing an apron.  I was grateful to have her there for her honest opinion.

Got the one dress for $15 since the others didn’t work out

There was another dress that I tried on that was black and my friend informed me that I looked like Morticia Addams.  These types of things are good to know, and had she not been there I may have been blind to this fact.  It’s not like there’s any time where I would want to look like Morticia Addams.  Not even Halloween, as I’m not pale enough to pull it off anyway.  I love black dresses, but that one just wasn’t meant to be.

3 dresses for $50

If you spend $200, you get $20 off.  So naturally that’s what I aspired to do.  The first time I tried my Visa, the connection failed.  But that was the connection, not my card.  My friend remarked that perhaps it was some sort of sign warning me not to do it, giving me a chance to reconsider.  But I still made my purchase.  When I expressed my excitement on having it go through, the cashier asked me if it was a new card.  To which I replied, “No, I’ve just been spending a lot of money lately…”.

I spent slightly more than my friend.  But this was her second time at the sale.  So she still beat me.  But she didn’t buy shoes at Army & Navy like I did.  Not that it’s a competition or anything.  But I think we sort of enabled each other.  Apparently, having me accompany her to the sale made her spend less than she would’ve had she gone alone, because when she’s alone, there’s no one there to judge her.  To which I replied, “You’re worried about ME judging YOU?”.  Because clearly I have no right to judge anyone.

Got 2 reusable bags with my purchases

I bought myself a happy meal

So Wednesday, May 2nd was McHappy Day at McDonald’s.  This means that $1 from every happy meal, big mac, or hot McCafe beverage sold that day was donated to local children’s charities like Ronald McDonald House Charities.  This to me, seemed like the perfect excuse to have McDonald’s.  I hadn’t gone in a while, as I tried to stay away from fast food during Lent, in efforts to have solidarity with my friend who had given it up.  And I had decided to have it less often afterwards as well, just for the sake of my own health and well being.

But it’s McDonald’s.  I had to have it again at some point.  Actually, I believe I have gone back since then, I remember getting hash browns one morning.  And I’ve probably gone during the day again too, but I just can’t seem to remember.  Nevertheless, I decided that I would go yesterday since it was McHappy Day after all.

There’s no better excuse to buy yourself a happy meal

So after a day of buying shoes at Army & Navy, and t-shirts at Bluenotes, I went to McDonald’s.  I wanted to order one of the things that was included in the McHappy Day donations, otherwise that would defeat the purpose.  Now, I could have just bought myself a big mac, as adults tend to do.  But no.  Instead I thought, why not get a happy meal?  For myself.  Because I can.

And I did.  I thought about whether I should get the McNuggets.  But the happy meal only comes with four of them.  And I knew if I ordered four, I would be left wanting more.  If I want McNuggets, I’ll go ahead and order myself ten pieces.  I saw a sign in the States one time that says on Sunday, you can get fifty pieces for ten dollars.  I want to have to try that sometime.  Okay maybe not eat them all myself, I’ll have to find someone who’s willing to split it with me.  And then we can have an eating contest to see who eats the most.  And then the loser has to pay for the nuggets.  Seriously.  It’s on my list of goals.

Seriously, who wants to go?

Anyway, I opted not to have mcnuggets yesterday.  I thought I’d just keep it simple and get a hamburger.  As a child, I would have ordered nuggests.  Because I wasn’t into burgers back then.  But I remember when I would order a burger as a child, I would get it plain.  Like no ketchup, no pickles.  Just a hamburger patty on a bun.  And then I would put the french fries inside and eat it like that.  Yes.  Good times.

Enjoying my hamburger

I’m not sure if the guy knew that I was buying it for myself or if he thought I was buying it for a kid.  It really doesn’t matter either way.  But in an effort to be healthy (yeah, I know, once you’re at McDonald’s, there’s no point in trying to be healthy), I ordered milk as my drink.  Because I thought it was exciting that you get a little Milk 2 Go bottle.  When I was a kid, it used to come in those box cartons with a straw and once you open it, there’s no way to close it.  Milk 2 Go is so much more convenient.

My attempt to be healthy

Happy meals also come with Danone yogurt now.  Who knew?  Well I guess anyone who buys happy meals on a regular basis knows this.  But I didn’t.  I took it home and left it in the fridge.  I’m sure someone in my family will eat it at some point.  I remember back when they used to have cookies.  Like animal cookies.  Didn’t they have ones that were shaped like the McDonald’s characters?  I swear they did.  I miss those.

I’d rather have animal cookies

At one point the cashier asked me whether I wanted a girl toy or a boy toy.  That really took me back.  I chose a boy toy (that sounds wrong), because I seem to remember them being somewhat cooler.  I didn’t know they still differentiated.  I guess it depends on what they have at the time, cause I’m sure some toys aren’t really gender specific.  But I remember one time the boy toy was a car and the girl toy was this lame booklet thing about ponies.  Not cool at all.

The only toy option that was left

I figured I would just give whatever it was to my brothers.  They’re 11, so probably too old for whatever crappy toy I got, but whatever.  I ended up getting this spy gear things that lights up and that you can put on your ear.  Apparently that’s all that was left.  Which is fine.  It really didn’t matter either way.

Ooh, it lights up!

I’d like to think that the cashier thought I was actually buying it for my own kid.  I don’t know why.  Why not?  Had I really wanted to give the image of a mom looking out for the health of her son, I would have opted for the apple slices instead of the fries.  But who the hell does that?  Seriously.  Who?  I don’t get it.  Just buy some apples when you do groceries.  Why the hell would you go to McDonald’s to buy apple slices??!  I’m sorry but that makes no sense to me whatsoever.

And so I took my happy meal and left.  I remember back when happy meals would come in those cardboard boxes and there would be drawings and sometimes activities on the side.  Now it just comes in the standard McDonald’s bag.  I guess they’re trying to cut down on packaging.  I sat at the bus stop and started to eat my food.

I got my happy meal to go

The fries were so incredibly tiny.  Not the fries themselves, they were the usual size.  But the french fry container.  So small!  Usually, small fries come in that little bag instead of the red container.  But these came in the tiniest red container ever.  It was like the regular ones had a baby.  And that baby came prematurely and was underweight.

It’s so tiny!

Yeah, I ate it at the bus stop.  Whatever.  I don’t care if the people around me judged me.  I’d already experienced judgement that day, a little more wasn’t going to hurt.  I went home and gave the spy gear toy to my brother.  And my other brother was like “You went to McDonald’s?  And got a happy meal?”.  Yes.  Yes I did.

Hot water costs 25 cents

I’ve been avoiding fast food lately.  A friend of mine gave it up for Lent and that made me think about how often I opt for fast food choices myself.  I’m not cutting it out entirely, but I think it would be healthier for me in general if I were to consume less of it.  Today, however, I went to McDonald’s.  Why?  Because my grandma, of all people, wanted to go. Why?  Because she had coupons.  You can’t argue with that logic.

We went to the one on No. 2 & Blundell in Richmond.  I’m not a big fan of this location.  Yes, I do consider myself to be somewhat of an expert regarding the various McDonald’s locations that exist in my area and the surrounding areas in which I travel.  I can’t remember why I didn’t like it but I think I had a bad experience there in the past.  I think the bathroom was dirty and the service was bad.

Anyway, the service was alright this time.  Except for one thing.  I went and ordered my McChicken sandwiches, fries, and drinks (no, they weren’t all for me, my brother and sister were there as well).  And I asked if I could also get a small cup of hot water.  My grandma also wanted hot water because that’s what she drinks.  It was bad enough that she was in a McDonald’s where they’ve apparently discontinued the grilled chicken sandwich that they used to have there and she used to order in the past.  She had to opt for one of their new bistro sandwiches, while eliminating the sauce, tomatoes, and ingredients that she cannot have in her diet.  Then again, she was the one who wanted to go there.

As for the water, I apparently could not have a small cup of hot water as I had so nicely asked for.  Apparently, hot water costs 25 cents.  Even if you’ve already bought stuff.  If I spend over $10 at McDonald’s, the least they could do is give me a small cup of hot water for free.  Hell, if I buy one item off the $1.39 menu, I expect that they’d let me have free water.  In other McDonald’s locations I’ve been to, they don’t charge you for water if you’ve bought something.  Even if you go to Starbucks or Tim Hortons, you can get hot water if you buy something.  So why does McDonald’s suddenly think that they’re water is such a precious commodity all of a sudden?

I don’t understand what the 25 cents is for.  Are they charging you for the cup?  No, because they’re more than willing to give you a cup to go get cold water.  And they’re willing to give you cold water for free.  So I guess they’re charging you for having boiled it?  The process of boiling it deserves a fee I guess?  But they boil water anyway, to make tea for the customers who order tea.  And those people aren’t being charged for the hot water, they’re being charged for the tea bag.  I guess it’s pretty much just a way for them to make a bit of an extra profit.  But I doubt that many people are asking for hot water.

I’d already paid, and I didn’t want to have to take out my Visa to pay for hot water.  Also I didn’t think I should have to.  So I asked for a cold water instead.  Which you do not have to pay for.  Usually they just give you tap water or something.  But here, they give you a small cup, so you can go fill it with water yourself where you fill your cups at the pop machines.  But there’s nothing to stop you from filling that cup meant for water with pop instead.  I find it interesting how they’re so overprotective of their hot water, but there are no regulations whatsoever put on their soft drinks.  Way to go, McDonald’s, way to go.