The story of how I saved money by not going to Jamba Juice

Today was Teresa’s graduation ceremony from college. We didn’t go, of course. Who, if not obligated by family pressures, would willingly submit themselves to such torture? Though I did have an elaborate date night planned with which to celebrate, but circumstances killed it by and by. A compromise was to at least celebrate with some Jamba Juice, which Teresa loves. It reminded me the story of one of my religion professors who told how truly worthless worldly honors are. He recounted the time, after so many years of school, he finally realzed one day in the university library that there was nothing further he could do with his dissertation. He was a doctor. So he stood up, went to a pop machine, and enjoyed a can of soda. Then it was time to move on with life.

Anyway, I went to pick up some Jamba Juice, telling myself it didn’t matter that Jamba Juice was against my principles, this was for Teresa, not me. Then I passed Jamba Juice, thinking, who would pay four bucks for someone to put fruit in a blender? I went to a grocery store instead and ended up spending close to $20 on ingredients for home made smoothies and a few other treats. And that’s story of how I saved money by not going to Jamba Juice.