I’m hardly ever broke. Not because I have superfluous mint in the good ole bank account, no, I don’t. I’m somehow good with money and yet quite awful with it. It’s a good balance really. But this week, this day, this period, for reasons beyond my budget and I, I was without two pennies to rub together.
For lack of complete recollection of to be said event, I woke up by 2:00am on a cold winter’s night sometime last year. My institutional piggy bank read a figure close to the early 10’s in dollars. Hungry as hell, nothing to munch on, and trying to manage money, I did the probably abominable.
Laying on the floor of my room, for reasons I’ll never know for untidiness’ sake, was a tube, yes, a tube of ketchup, and a loaf of sliced bread. Legend every student I knew called this bread ‘baton’ (pronounced Bar-ton). Not sure if it was the brand name or it was called baton for its uncanny similarity in texture to a baton. No, it wasn’t baguette; I said sliced bread. Anyhoo, I squeezed the tube of ketchup unto bread and had myself a good broke and trying to save money breakfast.
There you have it folks, I ate bread & ketchup and it wasn’t the best. Needless to say, I won’t be doing that again. A few years prior to said incident, I baked meat pie with ketchup as minced meat substitute, for the fun of it though. What can I say? I love ketchup.
♠ Tomi.O, 2014.