As you're heading out to lunch you see the boss who refused to give you a raise fall in the decorative pond in front of your office. He flails his arms and screams, "Help me, I can't swim!" Then begins to sink under the surface. Feeling a terrible sense of conflict just before you drive away, you wonder: should you go to McDonald's for lunch, or save a buck by microwaving something at the local Quik-E Mart?
Spending versus thriftiness is an ancient philosophical conundrum. What would you do?
Let the bugger drown.