A penny saved is worth like a billion dollars.
Earlier this morning, I watched as an old lady shuffled up to the counter and purchased a croissant. When the cashier asked her if she wanted her change, consisting of a single penny, the little old lady said yes. She did want that penny.
At first I laughed at how ridiculous it was for her to say yes, but she grew up in a different time. Back then, one penny alone could buy you a house with a servant, three square meals and a warm cup of joe. It could send your kid to college, get you a ‘54 Chevy Townsman station wagon and three acres of land in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia. Or the Brooklyn Dodgers, a top-notch phonograph and a wig made of human hair.
Back then a penny was worth something, as I’ve made abundantly clear.
