...or, at least, in Starbucks receipts.
I have all of the receipts because I'm a miser, you see. I'm also a control freak, at least insofar as my checkbook is concerned. So I save all receipts, even the piddly little ones, and add them to my spreadsheet whenever I have the urge to update (generally when my wallet starts to bulge).
Apparently I buy a lot of coffee. Expensive coffee, too. Starbucks charges near $4 for one of their frothed sugary blended ice concoctions, and I'll cheerfully pay it if I'm so inclined. (Note that my self-descriptor "miserly" does not connote "thrifty" in this case; a more accurate term would be "anal." I save the receipts in order to record the purchase, but I do not angst over the price of said coffee.)
Anyway. Where was I? Oh yes. ( Two receipts, one weekend. )
I have all of the receipts because I'm a miser, you see. I'm also a control freak, at least insofar as my checkbook is concerned. So I save all receipts, even the piddly little ones, and add them to my spreadsheet whenever I have the urge to update (generally when my wallet starts to bulge).
Apparently I buy a lot of coffee. Expensive coffee, too. Starbucks charges near $4 for one of their frothed sugary blended ice concoctions, and I'll cheerfully pay it if I'm so inclined. (Note that my self-descriptor "miserly" does not connote "thrifty" in this case; a more accurate term would be "anal." I save the receipts in order to record the purchase, but I do not angst over the price of said coffee.)
Anyway. Where was I? Oh yes. ( Two receipts, one weekend. )