Meet Sally. Sally clearly has OCD but is not medicated because, well, what's wrong with being obsessively thrifty these days? It's a bad economy you know. And since couponing is considered a noble pursuit, who on earth is going to throw a wet blanket on that penny-pinching pony ride into discount hell?
Why else do you even come here? Honestly.
- See Sally get up at 3:30 am to ambush the paper boy at the end of her driveway. She's armed.
- See Sally run into the house dragging paper boy's bloody satchel behind her.
- See Sally spend 6 hours in her dank basement with a pair of scissors, a swinging light bulb suspended from the ceiling and stacks of shiny coupon inserts. She is breathing heavy.
- See Sally race her Chrysler Town and Country minivan across town and pull into Kroger on two wheels. Canned peaches are on sale. She will buy every last can on the shelf (42 to be exact) simply because...
the. coupons. tell. her. she. can.
- See Sally's marriage disintegrate and CPS make a house call.
A few of the husbands on the show have the "deer caught in the headlight'' look about them. Sure, they're saving a few thousand dollars a year but if polled in secret, my guess is that they hate their lives and wish for death. Their whole world it seems is cataloged, controlled and shelved. One scene had a mother proudly showcasing a drawer stocked with rows of various household cleaner, evenly spaced and categorized by size. This particular drawer was found under her young sons bunk bed. You know, that drawer. The one normally filled with books about insects, GI Joes, silly bands, dirty tube socks and rubber snakes. Her bedside bargain buys had no choice but to bleed over from brimming pantries, closets and basements.What else do we call that but a maladaptive obsession? Cuponing's spend-thrift underpinnings make it a culturally acceptable phenom yet, given its extreme nature, there's a slight element of crazy to it.
Let me bring it home for you: You see a carnie working in the circus. They appear to be having all kinds of fun operating that Tilt-A-Whirl or rickety ferris wheel or making balloon animals for excited little children. Why then won't you concede that you too should become a carnie? Because, reader, deep down you know it's not for you. You'll never be a carnie. You're too busy blowing your money on chai lattes at Starbucks and TJ Maxx handbags to consider it an option. And that's okay because carnies are weird. But let's say you just checked your online bank account and now you are thinking that being a carnie wouldn't be so bad after all. In fact, in order to make next months rent and keep the lights flickering, you are going to need to channel a lot more carnie and a lot less Kohl's. Know what I am saying? No? Okay.