This past summer, J and I were visiting some family when our hostess washed out a virtually empty bottle of ketchup in full view of another family member who had lived through the Great Depression. The waste of a good 1/32nd of a cup of perfectly usable ketchup was clearly distressing to our elderly relative. (This was the same relative who refused our offer to take her out to breakfast as a treat because she didn't eat breakfast out. She seemed almost angry at us for suggesting such a thing).
I was thinking of the ketchup-wasting incident the other day when I brought home our new shampoo and conditioner. In the last six months or so, I've decided that I"m a grown up and I can start actually buying hair products that work to make my hair shiny (which, I am ashamed to admit, is a life goal of mine), rather than purchase the $1 per bottle scented water I've been making do with for the majority of my adult life.
Enter industrial-sized bottles of good-quality hair products--industrial-sized because the stuff is cheaper that way. These monoliths of hair care are the kinds of bottles with pump-tops.
Thinking back on our relative's distress over the waste of ketchup (which is far less expensive per ounce than my shampoo), I decided to try the old upend the old bottle onto the top of the new bottle trick in order to ensure I was not wasting a single drop of my shine-inducing product. Because of course the pump tops were physically incapable of getting the last of the shampoo out of the bottles.
I think the companies in charge of producing these products are onto that trick, however, because these bottles were simply incapable of balancing upon each other. The result was what J described as A Muppet Crime Scene:
(More specifically, J told me that if I was going to be murdering muppets in our bathroom, then it was my job to clean up afterwards.)
Somehow, frugality can be more difficult when you're married to a wiseacre.
Despite the fact that this would be the least wasteful course of action, I decided not to clean up the bright blue spill by wetting my hair, rolling it around in the spilled Muppet blood, lathering, rinsing, and repeating.
There is a frugality line, and rolling around in a Muppet crime scene is most definitely on the other side of it.
(That, and there's no telling how much J would make fun of me.)