Though emphatic to the lifestyle and relative poverty of the average broke-ass, it is clear to us that the average broke-ass does not make life easy for his/herself. And we blame it all on the alcohol.
Consider this: Take the average cost of the average beer at the average bar, and round it up. Chances are it’s going to cost you five dollars. That, of course, is unlikely to cause a eyelash-batting, but combine the cost of one well drink and the cost of at least two others, and you have yourself a tab running, at this point, in the range of fifteen dollars.
Again, that’s not so significant, at least in comparison to the average taxi fare or perhaps the typical Friday night dinner. But we say this: That fifteen dollars adds up, perhaps over one night, but certainly over the course of two. Moreover, fifteen dollars over the course of one night is really at the low end of things; you’re more likely to spend double. Add in a round of shots for your friends or perhaps a misguided jager bomb or a kamikaze (or two) and your have yourself not just a sloshy, cockeyed evening, but also at least thirty dollars absent from your savings account.
That’s bad, but what’s worse is when those sorts of evenings sometimes event in the dreaded overdraft, which is potentially worse than anything else. The result, in short, is you spending multiples more than you intended – something you want to avoid. Of course, we here at Broke-Ass Stuart are hardly going to go as far as advise our readers not to drink, because we realize how silly said advice would be. Instead, we only recommend that you check your checking accounts prior to any and all nights out, paying close attention, in particular, to any and all pertinent balances and transfers. Because, really, the only happy Broke Ass is a drunk Broke Ass. And that’s the truth.
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