#writephoto — Penny Wise and Pound Foolish

E5777421-C875-4134-97FC-137DC8499105“Wow,” Sean said, “turn around and look at the sunset. Spectacular, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s quite a view,” Craig said sarcastically. “We gotta get moving. It’s getting dark.”

“So do you know where you’re going?” Denise asked.

“Of course he doesn’t,” Sean snapped.

“Why do you always feel the need to make any situation more difficult?” Craig said, his irritation with Sean readily apparent.

Denise gave her brother a dirty look. “And why does everything with you have to end up being a pissing contest, for crissake?”

Craig glared at his sister. “Well, if your supposedly rich boyfriend wasn’t such a friggin’ cheapskate, he would have rented a boat that wouldn’t have taken on water, sunk, and almost drowned us all. Now we’re stuck on some godforsaken peninsula in who knows where.”

“Listen to you,” Denise said. “You’re complaining that he’s a cheapskate when just last week you called him a spendthrift because he spent fifteen grand on that Harley motorcycle. There’s just no pleasing you, is there?”

“Hey, don’t give your brother a hard time, Denise,” Sean said. “My father always tells me I don’t know how to manage money. He says I’m penny wise and pound foolish. Now let’s see if we can find some shelter for the night.”


Written for the Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent. Also for these daily prompts from yesterday: Ragtag Daily Prompt (view), The Daily Spur (dark), Your Daily Word Prompt (difficult), Word of the Day Challenge (contest), and Fandango’s Daily Prompt (spendthrift).

Check Please

7032332B-2645-49E7-98D2-E6A5AA9DF57A“I insist,” I said, slowly reaching for the check the waiter had just placed on the table.

“No, I can’t let you do that,” Carl said, grabbing the check with an exaggerated flair before I could get to it.

I was pleased that he had done that, since my finances were a bit stretched at the moment. But I didn’t want my date to think of me as a cheapskate or a freeloader. “Well, at least let me pay for half,” I offered.

“Nonsense,” Carl said. “I got this. You can do the honors next time.”

“That’s very generous of you, Carl,” I said. But now I was embarrassed. Carl’s wife was clearly annoyed with him and my date was giving me a weird look. “How about I cover the tip?” I suggested.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I got this, buddy,” he said.

But before he could react, I reached over and snatched the check out of his hand. “No, no,” I said. “I’ve got this.”

I looked down at the piece of paper and swallowed hard when I saw that the total, before tip, was more than $300. Why was I driven to do that, I wondered. He’s a stock broker making mega-bucks and I work at Walmart, for crissake. What’s wrong with me?

I pulled my credit card from my wallet and held it out. “Here,” I said, handing the check and my credit card to Carl. “Give the waiter both of our credit cards and tell him to split it down the middle.”

“No, you got this, buddy,” Carl said. “I’ll treat the next time.”

Carl’s wife was pleased, my date was still looking at me weirdly, and I was praying that the waiter wouldn’t return to the table with news that my credit card had been rejected.


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “insist.”