At communion, you go back for seconds. You think of a lottery ticket as an investment. You’re formulating a plan to rob the food bank. Long-distance companies don’t call you to switch. You give blood every day… just for the orange juice. McDonald’s is the supplier of all your kitchen condiments. American Express calls and says, “Leave home without it!” Your idea of a 7-course meal is taking a deep breath outside a restaurant. You’ve rolled so many pennies that you’ve formed a psychic bond with Abe Lincoln.
