...that the day after you take your vow of poverty and decide to walk on the penurious side of life, you are stopped by a small-town traffic cop who claims you were driving just a teensy bit over the 25 mph speed limit and that he is now giving you a $108 speeding ticket?
And, now, since the money you so virtuously saved--mainly by avoiding your weekly Target trip-- is going to the municipal government, you might as well forget the cute Father's Day gift idea (a silver piggy bank for Hubby...into which you were planning to deposit all your frugal savings. Get it? Money in the Bank?!)
And you might as well just give up and get your husband what he REALLY wants for Father's Day.
Which is, of course, for you to have a pair of cute peep-toe pumps and a rockin' pedicure to go with them.
Happy Dad's Day, Hun! Glad you have a sense of humor! (Wish the traffic cops did...)