I had lunch with my Financial Consultant and after he had paid for it, I offered to pay my half as I try not to take this things for granted (even though I do know he is waaayyy richer than me).
He scorned my offering and asked me to keep it.
Me: Oh yar, your job is to help me get richer right? By paying for my meal?
FC: Yup. Now don't go spending that money you just saved anyhow, ok?
And for a few seconds, I felt a glow of pleasure infuse me. I felt like a teenage girl being taken care by an older brother. This scatterbrained girl has tried to live too independantly for too long.
Which reminds me, I need to collect money from my actual big brother this weekend.
-_-
Money matters
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