Overheard at the pub

This morning didn’t exactly go how I wanted it to go. I was like, where is the bag of returnable cans that is usually hanging in the entryway? Oh, it’s in Cygnus, was the reply. He was taking all of the cans to Kroger this morning to return and also buy a bunch of stuff to take to FlaMan in Flint tomorrow. He warned me that the freezer was full but that didn’t stop a ziplock bag of frozen chicken from falling out of the freezer and ALMOST landing on my foot.

So I didn’t have Cygnus to make a grock dash and I didn’t really wanna take Mooon Yooonit, not that there’s anything wrong with Mooon Yooonit, just that me and Cygnus are joined at the hip. So I waited until the GG got home to take off for my Plum dash. On my way home my phone buzzed a couple times and when I finally got home and looked at it, the GG was walking to Dexter and might want a ride home. What the hell? Let’s just have lunch in Dexter at the pub and so we did.

We sat at the bar, which we like to do if there is no one annoying at the bar, like the too-friendly woman pre-covid who knocked back at least three huge beers. She wasn’t there and no one else seemed to care about talking to/at us. But down the way a bit was a guy who was (loudly) advocating for not paying off mortgages quickly.

I wasn’t sure what he was saying exactly but WHUT? We had a 30 year mortgage and we managed to pay it off in 13 years. That among other frugal practices more or less led us to be debt free pretty much forever. Like the last time we bought a car (Cygnus) we actually wrote a personal check. I hope that loud person was not really trying to influence other people like his kids or whoever. Probably preaching to the choir here but if you need to go into debt, do your best to get out of it as soon as possible. Trump and his 50-year mortgage idea? F*ck it. I bet he hasn’t had to take out a mortgage in his entire life. (Banker’s daughter here.)

One Response to “Overheard at the pub”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Maybe he was advocating for Trump’s 50 year mortgage? Stupid idea. I paid off my house when I retired (just like my parents did) on the advice of my trusted financial advisor. Three large beers is a LOT. I can drink one pint and then I’m done. 2 12 ounce beers max.