My aunt will never realize that “having the spoons to traipse all over town looking for deals” is a luxury in itself. But she’s paying for things I do genuinely need, and I happen to actually have the spoons at the moment, so I will do the traipsing.
(I think she thinks I have squandered all my money. I will let her think this, so as actually to save some money. ETHICS. ;P)
I think there’s also the aspect where deal-hunting takes more spoons from some people than from others. A lot of the time I can get my brain to treat deal-hunting as a game, which makes things somewhat easier.
(I get something like the opposite of this sometimes, where Mom is really impressed by some cost-benefit analysis I’ve done and how hard that must have been, and meanwhile my brain did not see it as a fundamentally different thing from, like, the spreadsheet I made last month that calculates the most profitable thing to do with Baldwin’s cauldron.)
(I’m the sort of person who responds to “Let’s traipse all over town looking for deals!” with “Hang on, first let me calculate some fuel costs so we can see how much traipsing is worth it for how much saving”.)
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P.S. I don’t know if this helps with the particular deals you’re hunting, but here is an app that shows you the local sales flyers for a (U.S. or Canada) postal code of your choice, and has a search function so you can do things like “show me all sales on potatoes”.
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