I (of course) editorialized to make it practical for the "common" man.
NOTE: I'm trying a similar process at the casino. I invest in one machine ... then another ... then another ... then another ... now I gotta work on the money making part.
NOTE: I tried to actually market myself as an undervalued investment in case Warren wanted to invest in me. He DOES like oddballs, after all.
NOTE: I have never been a thumb sucker. When I was a baby, my mother actually put me in a special crib that looked more like a cage. I was fed through a slot in the bars and had special shoes that were held together with a piece of metal. I was told it was the treatment for club feet ... I didn't have club feet but it made me feel like there was a purpose. Anyway ... it was there that I learned to play the harmonica ("Old Man River") instead of sucking my thumb.
NOTE: I too learned the hard way. One of my many part time jobs in high school was working at Ernst Grocery Store. I didn't ask enough questions when I was hired and was given the dog food aisle to stock. Although it was cool to stamp the cans with my very own price gun (in those days the ink pad clicked the price on rubber numbers), the cans weighed a ton. My friend Tommy Quinlan had the cereal aisle and finished way before me ... in fact ... everyone finished before me.
NOTE: Debbie counts the toilet paper sheets at home. She is usually concerned that her cupons don't lose their value.
NOTE: Sammy never subscribed to this. He not only lived on credit cards but was always ordering new ones with lower interest rates. Trouble was ... he used the old ones and the new ones regularly. Even today, he insists that he got a good deal.
NOTE: Deb and I have different strategies when we make a purchase. Deb will research price, look for the best place to buy and negotiate when she gets there. I usually ask for the price and then buy it. (and I am a decendent of Russian immigrants ... or Polish or French ... whatever).
NOTE: What? Is he crazy?
NOTE: When I was younger, I once worked at a store in New Orleans that ripped off the customers by over charging and selling things that they didn't need. I knew that it was wrong so I quit Nieman Marcus that very day.
NOTE: I LOVE YOU, Warren ... please send the check to J..o..e..l M..o..m......