Friday, November 11, 2005

Teaching kids the value of Money

I grew up poor. That's nothing big - 90% of everyone in the world grows up poor, and when you're a kid, you don't even notice you're poor.
So it was a surprise when I left school, became a model, and started making money. I got married young and my husband the polo pro earned enough moneyh for us to pay rent and pay our travel expenses (would you believe the polo patrons make the pros pay their travel expenses and rent)
SO...I wanted to raise my kids knowing the value of money. I was very careful about that.
One day we went to a supermarket to shop. My twins wanted some chewing gum so I gave them a five franc piece to put in the gum machine. (about 1$ - it would have bought two balls of gum - outrageouly expensive, no?) Well, the machine ate the money and refused to give the gum.
I went to the machine and jiggled it a bit, reached up under the flap to see if I could get the money or the gum. Nothing. So I went to the checkout and said, "The machine ate 5 francs, I want it back."
The check out girl said, "That's not our machine. It belongs to a private company. We let them put the machines there. But we don't have anything to do with them."
I said, "Just give me the money back and tell the company they owe you five francs."
The checkout girl refused. "Well, it's only five francs," snapped the checkout girl.
I was 8 months pregnat here, wearing my sister-in-laws old dress and my husband's sneakers because my feet were so swollen, and this lady was telling me that it was Only five francs.
I went to the gum machine (and it had wheels), so I started to push it out the door.
The checkout girl stood up and said, "Where are you taking that!"
"Home," I said. "It has My feive franks in it. I'm not leaving it here. I'll give you my name and phone number so the company representative can call me and come get his machine."
"You can't do that!" she shrieked.
"What do you care? You said this had nothing to do with your store." I kept pushing.
The checkout girl knew when she was defeated. She pulled open her cash register and ran after me. "Here! Here is your five francs!"
I took the money and thanked her.
My twins have never forgotten the value of money.
The checkout girl now knows when an 8-month-pregnant woman comes in and asks for something, she better do it or else.

9 comments:

Daisy Dexter Dobbs said...

Sam! What a wild and wonderfully funny story! Woe be unto those who are stupid enough to mess with an 8-month pregnant woman! LOL

Thanks for starting my day with such a good laugh. :-D

Karen said...

Too funny! Thanks for your feedback about my NaNo excerpt - it made my day! Love your blog, Karen (The Q Spot)

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Madeline Hill said...

Never ever underestimate the power of a pregnant woman!!!!

Laine Morgan said...

Ha! You showed that checkout girl! Good for you!

Wynn Bexton said...

Another great story! Thanks for the laugh.

Tara Marie said...

You are so right, never piss off an 8-month pregnant woman--LOL.

Sam said...

Hi guys, thanks for your comments!
I guess that when your feet are swollen, and your stomach is sticking out so far you feel like you need a wheelbarrow, and you can't walk without doing 'the waddle' - your temper seems to have an awfully short fuse.
I remember overhearing one of my sons whisper to his brother, 'I can't wait until the baby comes and she can ignore us for a while!'

Cheyenne McCray said...

ROFL, Sam! You had me cracking up. Yes, as Maddie said, never underestimate the power of a pregnant woman! LOL

Karen Scott said...

Lol!!!!!!! OMG I think that's just what I'd probably do!!!