Readers may remember my post regarding how I felt a tinge of guilt simply for spending $1.99 on lunch one day recently. (I'd been brown-bagging every day for the two months prior.)
Yesterday, however, I did something much worse, and felt no guilt whatsoever:
At about 12:30pm, I made sure my bases were covered, ducked out of work, and went to a matinee showing of Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith. (Yes, I went by myself. I'd never gone to a movie alone before now. It was actually pretty okay, as the theater was sparsely populated anyway.)
Three hours later, I'd officially closed out the Star Wars moviegoing portion of my childhood. I'd also cost myself $5.50 (ticket), plus $3.78 for a medium Coke, and roughly $45 for the missed time at work. (Part of my pay is hourly.)
Over $54 to see a movie on the big screen ... and it didn't bother me a bit.
Of course, a $1.99 lunch sticks with you for about 20 minutes. Star Wars flicks have proven to stay with me for about ... oh, I dunno ... forever.