My frugality backfired on me this week. I’m not talking about a small backfire, either. I’m talking about a large, devastating catastrophe. Brace yourself; it isn’t pretty.
I love candy a lot. I like Dove, Snickers, Twix, Milky Way Darks, lots of other things, and Reese’s Cups. Well, Reese’s anything, to be honest.
I don’t like to pay a lot for candy, so my frugal modus operandi involves day-after-holiday candy shopping trips. I go candy shopping on the day after Halloween, the day after Christmas, the day after Valentine’s, AND the day after Easter.
Why? Because the holiday candy is 50% off. Duh.
I had been looking forward to my post-Easter candy run for several weeks. I particularly looked forward to this shopping trip because I planned to buy Reese’s eggs.
As I mentioned earlier, I like anything Reese’s, but the eggs seem to have a higher peanut-to-chocolate ratio than other Reese’s products. So Reese’s eggs are basically my favorite cheap, mass-produced candy ever. I’ve loved them as long as I can remember. They make me salivate. I even became a fan of them on Facebook. Really, this is serious.
After several weeks of anticipating and drooling over the Reese’s eggs, Monday-after-Easter arrived. Monday afternoon, I headed out to get the eggs. I left the house happy and confident.
I started at Bi-lo because it was close to my house. They didn’t have very much stuff, and what they had was still over priced. It was 50% off, but they had marked it up before marking it down. It was a mean, nasty trick. I walked out without buying a single thing. Anyway, they didn’t have any Reese’s eggs.
KMart was next (because it’s close to Bi-lo, which is close to my house). I’ve had great success at KMart before. Last Halloween, I got a huge bag of miscellaneous Reese’s products there. I think it lasted a week (but I DID give some to my sister!).
They didn’t have any Reese’s eggs either! In fact, they had hardly any candy at all. I was very puzzled about this. In fact, I still am.
By then, I was feeling my candy plan crumble beneath my feet. I started to feel desperate for eggs. Tim suggest that we could check CVS, since it was close.
CVS had left-over pastel miniature Reese’s cups. Those just happen to be my least-favorite Reese’s product.
Dollar General didn’t have any name brand Easter candy, much less Reese’s eggs. I didn’t think they would.
Walmart had green and yellow M & M’s, and all of the big gawdy, pre-filled with nasty generic candy-baskets I could ever want. There were boxes on the shelf that said “Reese’s Eggs,” but they were empty. I almost cried.
We bought some bread because we needed bread.
On the way home, we stopped at Walgreens. Walgreens was the last place likely-to-have-Reese’s-eggs within reasonable driving distance of our house.
Tim asked the lady who was busy moving the Easter stuff if she had any eggs. She very helpfully answered that she didn’t. She had some this morning, but some lady came in and bought the whole case of them.
I kept back my tears by thinking about how very, very much I disliked that lady (the egg-buyer, not the Walgreens employee). “She must have bought all of the Reese’s eggs at all of the stores around my house. I wonder what she’s going to do with them? Why does one person need that many eggs? Why couldn’t she have left some for me?”
Eventually, I convinced myself that I really should not lose my joy over chocolate and peanut butter. I found two Reese’s bunnies at the Walgreens. We bought them, and went home. We had an appointment that evening, so we couldn’t spend any more time scouring the city for Reese’s eggs.
I have eaten the bunny already (the other one is for my sister). It did not have the optimal peanut-to-chocolate ratio. I was severely disappointed, but not disappointed enough not to eat it.
Lesson 1: Next time I’m going post-holiday candy shopping, I need to be there when the stores open.
Lesson 2: I should have bought Reese’s eggs before Easter. Really, if I like something that much, it doesn’t pay to be frugal and risk not getting it at all. Frugality failed me on this one.
Lesson 3: I have to stop getting my hopes all wrapped up in little things like Reese’s eggs. In the grand scheme of things, they don’t matter at all. More importantly, God does not want me to base my happiness on peanut-butter filled confections. This was the day after Easter. The day after we had a special celebration of Christ’s resurrection. I was just celebrating Christ’s resurrection, which saves me from sin and eternal punishment, and now I’m getting depressed about candy?
So next Easter, I’ll probably buy one package of eggs before Easter, just to be sure. Then I’ll go out early Monday morning to get the 50%-off eggs, but not until I’ve read lots of Bible verses about contentment.
And, if you happen to know a lady in Greenville who is hoarding an entire case of Reese’s eggs in her kitchen, don’t tell me! I don’t think I could handle it.