On posting this thread on the M&S food link I've decided to check out other stories of 'tightness' amongst the forum's friends, family or even themselves...

Have you ever tied shoelaces when it is your round....

original posting as follows:-

A woman at work gets her 'bit and pieces' from Aldi in her lunch hour but puts them in a M&S Food carrier bag......

Her husband used to work with my hubby years ago and he used to take an empty thermos flask to work and fill it up when the drinks machine was on free vend between 8.30am and 9.00am....

Obviously suit each other....LOL!!!!

I bet they shop at 3.50pm on a Sunday too!!!

Yes, his name is Gordon Brown.

yeah, there are so many scrooges at work... like the one that always brings in food for the rest of the colleagues, you know, buns and stuff.

At first we all thought it was very sweet and kind, until we realised most of the stuff was past its sell by date!!! LOL

Another colleague brought in a half-eated box of chocolates, which she decided she didn't like. How tight is that!!!

I once went in a news agents and a chap asked the shop assistant for some drawing pins. The girl behind the counter told him a very cheap price for a box. He said "I only need two, one for each end of my Christmas card string. Can you buy them seperately?"

How tight is that!

My friend's Dad has a routine for cost effectiveness at the petrol pump. On arrival, he puts the nozzle in, then lifts up the pipe to empty any drips into his petrol tank. He does the same thing after filling up, so the next meany can't do the same thing! (He also cleans the slots in the screwheads on light switch plates using a small screwdriver and a paper towell - probably nicked from the petrol station).

Hey I do that when I fill up .....doesn't everybody????

That's not tight....that's clever!!! :thumbsup:

I always do it, much to the annoyance of the forecourt staff!!

Hell, what do I know? I'm a Lord, after all. I've never filled one of my fleet of Bentleys up...

At least I got to use the word 'nozzle'.

Originally posted by LordSnooty
Hell, what do I know? I'm a Lord, after all. I've never filled one of my fleet of Bentleys up...

At least I got to use the word 'nozzle'.

does the word 'nozzle' conjuer up stirrings??

Originally posted by 1_HotGal
yeah, there are so many scrooges at work... like the one that always brings in food for the rest of the colleagues, you know, buns and stuff.

At first we all thought it was very sweet and kind, until we realised most of the stuff was past its sell by date!!! LOL

Another colleague brought in a half-eated box of chocolates, which she decided she didn't like. How tight is that!!!

Neither of those sound tight. They both voluntarily brought something in that would normally have been wasted. How is giving someone else the chocs you don't like rather than binning them 'tight'?!? Sure, it's not particularly generous, but it's not evidence of scrooge-like behaviour.

Originally posted by LordSnooty
My friend's Dad has a routine for cost effectiveness at the petrol pump. On arrival, he puts the nozzle in, then lifts up the pipe to empty any drips into his petrol tank. He does the same thing after filling up, so the next meany can't do the same thing! (He also cleans the slots in the screwheads on light switch plates using a small screwdriver and a paper towell - probably nicked from the petrol station).

Oh Dear Lordy! think about what you are doing old boy.

The trigger that you squeeze to dispense fuel is where the fuel is stopped, so no matter how long you shake the hose there is not a spot more going to make it into your tank. :huh: :huh: :huh:

Yeah, Me. I got called a f***ing skinflint by the missus a while back for criticising her choice of loo roll "It's 92p for 6 rolls at Netto" I cried "you're only gonna wipe your a**e on it!".

I will happily pick up change on the street and refer to it as free money and also buy packs of 3 razors from the poundshop rather than spend out for a gillette mach 3 pack - quite a nice shave as well.

My meaness knows no bounds.

I must confess to nicking those little plastic bags for your fruit and veg from Asda to use for sandwhich bags for my kids pack lunch!!! I usually put about a ten in the trolley each time I go!!

:heyhey:

Nice one Dawny1 - I'll happily adopt that idea!

It's not being a scrooge! it's being thrifty & carefull! :D
Why waste money? :loopy:
Being a scrooge is not letting your kids have a good christmas because you'd rather spend money on fags & beer.

I have stood in newsagents looking at womans realm & the like, calculating that the value of money off coupons printed inside equates to 3 times the cover price.
so buy 3 or 4 of that issue & cut out the coupons. Get money off your grocery bill at most major supermarkets (as long as they sell that brand they'll take the coupons).

My local TESCO express reduces bread & stuff like cottage cheese every evening, so, yes, that's when I do my shopping.

It's no hassle.

After all, I've got a very healthy ISA to support :heyhey:


Besides.... Aren't we Yorkshire folk famouse for thrift?:hihi:

It wasn't me wot dunnit, Owdlad, I was simply offering it as an example of someone else's folly! Actually, that's not quite true. When I got my first car (a clementine VW Beetle 1200 XJG 309J, if you have it please let me buy it off you, I miss it, I miss it and should never have sold it, oh God forgive me), I used to follow my friend's Dad's example 'at the pump' and I am sure there was a trickle from the pipe at both ends of the operation. (I didn't keep it up for long - this kind of behaviour impedes one's awareness of the poetry of existence). I would bow to superior knowledge from an industry insider, of course.

And er, no Shieshuk.......typing the word 'nozzle' caused no arousal, I do have an urge to visit the lavatory, however. All this talk of trickle, pipe and pumps - sounds like a good solicitor!

My great aunt used to dry out teabags on her window sill, she used to except meals of her next door neighbours, and she once gave my sister a tatty old copy of vanity fair for her birthday (no it wasn't a treasured antique!) thing was she was absolutely loaded, when she died my dad and other relatives went to empty the house and found thousands and thousands of pounds stuffed all over the house (yes yes even in the bread bin, lark!), they had it all in stacks on the kitchen table, my dad walked out as he couldn't handle the pressure of "keeping it between us", fool!