#19 The Hip Flask
Thrift Thursday has touched previously on the night out being a thrift free zone. Once a week a gradult must chisel open their wallet and pay for tomorrow’s hangover. After a week of agonising over whether you can really afford that cheese or if a six pound t-shirt is just too outlandish it can sometimes hurt to see a barman toss a thimble of whisky into a plastic cup. Especially as you know you’re playing three pounds for the pleasure.
This week’s thrift is offering you an alternative. Ladies and gentleman, the Hip Flask. On a night out a couple of weeks back I felt like a mug going to the bar whilst my accomplice casually ordered a blackcurrant soda and let the hip flask work its magic. I looked at my paid for drink in disgust as he unscrewed the cap and poured in its contents hereby known as the ‘spirit of thrift’.
It may technically be stealing but what’s worse, theft? Or the crime of wasting money? Actually I’ve never heard of someone doing a six year bit for a couple of ill judged trips to the Trafford Centre. But still. Next time you’re out on the tiles be sure to bring your pocket money saver.
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