Personal Finance at Wendy’s
November 6, 2009 5 Comments
I stopped by Wendy’s last night on my way home from teaching. I get done at 10pm, so by the time I leave I’m famished and don’t want to cook. So I usually will get some sort of fast food on Thursday night. Last night it was Wendy’s. Junior cheeseburger, value fries, kid’s frosty – and I’m full for $2.69.
I always go inside to place my order, even for carry-out.
Mostly because I’m completely embarrassed about my car and the bags of clothes in the backseat that need to get donated – among other disgusting science experiments growing in there. (Seriously, my car is nasty, and I hate it – but I’m so busy with other things I just deal with it. But it is SO gross.)
So I’m inside and I place my order. And the guy behind the counter says “Hey! Let me ask you a question!”
Mr. Wendy’s: “So we have three paychecks until Christmas”
Me: “…. ok?” (I have no idea where this is going..)
Mr. Wendy’s: “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t talk about this. But I figure it is better to ask a stranger than someone who works here.”
Mr. Wendy’s: “I have the option tonight of closing down the dining room and then leaving. So I’d get home at 11pm. Or I can close down the dining room and then work the drive through until 2am. Since we have only three paychecks until Christmas, what would you do?”
Me: *smile* “I would work. But then you’re asking the person who is currently working 4 jobs right now to get extra money. If you need the money, or want the money, I would stay.”
And then began a discussion about work and spending money and saving money.
I’m not sure if I look like someone who knows about money (I was in my teacher clothes 😉 ). Or perhaps it is just on everyone’s mind. But it was somehow reassuring to talk about money with a complete stranger and be able to give them my opinions of working, saving money, and how I think it is easier to get money by working more than spending less. I thought a little about My Pretty Pennies post the other day about talking about money. And I think it is strange that this person felt so completely comfortable talking about money to a complete stranger (much like we do on these blogs) but probably wouldn’t have wanted to ask his mother what she thought.