|
I
half-jokingly accused Beth of not being a woman. And the funny thing is
that she pretty much agreed with me...
Last Saturday, I played in a benefit golf
tournament for brain cancer and they held a 50-50 raffle. For those of
you who don't know what a 50-50 raffle is (like me, until this past
weekend), it's a cash raffle in which you buy a ticket and the winner of
the drawing gets 50 percent of the pot and the charity or cause gets the
other 50 percent. So anyway, I bought three tickets for twenty bucks and
didn't think twice about it--until the drawing during the after-golf
dinner.
Yep, you guessed it: I won half the cash. Eight
hundred smackeroos.
And despite Hammy and Barney egging me on to
donate the cash back to the charity, I decided to give Beth the
money and let her do whatever she wanted with it. Since we watch
our finances pretty closely and don't make too many impulse purchases
(for example, the last time I bought socks was 1997), I thought it was a
nice gesture. I figured she could go out and buy clothes and some new
golf stuff and a bunch of CD's or whatever.
Oddly, Beth didn't want the money. We actually
got into an argument about her not spending money. She said there
wasn't anything she really needed. I told her that wasn't the point. Go
buy some things you want, I said. She said she didn't really want
anything either. Jesus, I said, what the hell's the matter with you? She
insisted that she couldn't spend the $800. I told her that if Matt gave
that kind of cash to his wife and said, "Spend away!" that she'd happily
blow it all in ten minutes flat. Beth just shook her head and shrugged.
They say money is the #1 thing married couples argue about, but I don't
think this is what they mean.
So on Sunday, I pretty much had to push her out
the door. I told her to go to the mall. Go to Dick's Sporting Goods. Go
to Border's. Go to Ann Taylor. Go and spend it!
She came back with two pairs of shorts and a
shirt. Grand total: $98.
You know what? I am a very lucky guy. |
2000-2006