That’s not the only reason I bought those chips, but it was one of them main ones.
When I was a kid, I had this pet turtle named Fluffy. As some of you may remember, Fluffy wasn’t really fluffy, but he looked kinda fluffy when wearing the little sweater Grandma had knitted for him. He almost always wore that sweater because when Grandma knits you something, you have to wear it, at least at our house.
Part of the “Fluffy” deal was that I had to take care of him and buy his food, take him for walks, clean up after him, and so on. Mom said this would teach me respawnability or something. (This obviously didn’t work, because I don’t respawn any faster when I get killed in Call of Duty)
So anyway, I got a paper route and started earning enough to pay for Fluffy’s basic needs. I would often duct tape my turtle to the brim of my hat and take him with me. He seemed to like being up there, and when my bike was going downhill, he probably thought he was running real fast, which turtles usually can’t manage.
I went over to the local turtle food shop on payday, and was quite dismayed to discover that the Purina Turtle Chow was quite expensive. I realized i could cut costs by buying the 50 pound “family” sized bag, but I didn’t have enough money for that, and resented paying 6.4 times as much per ounce for the biggest package I could afford.
I did some research and found out that wild turtles mostly eat bugs. Now Fluffy was never what I would consider “wild,” but I figured he might like some nice bugs too, so I decided to catch him some. After all, they were free, right?
My neighbor had a pile of boards on the side of his garage, and I reasoned that this would be a splendid place to do some bug hunting. So I got an old mayonnaise jar from mom, got her to help me poke some holes in the lid, and went over there. Sure enough, there were all kinds of bugs under almost every board!
I was concentrating so hard on catching bugs that I didn’t notice my neighbor Becky (not her real name) had walked up behind me. When she angrily demanded to know what I was doing, I jumped up so fast, my head started spinning. I’m not afraid of girls or anything, I just didn’t expect her to be there, you know?
When I showed her the jar of bugs, her eyes got as big as pool balls, and she ran off screaming, like she usually did. Her dad came out a minute later, and when I explained what I was doing, he said it was OK, but that I should have asked him first. It was kinda sad, because Becky (not her real name) wouldn’t even look at me for a whole month.
It doesn’t really matter if you’re talking about free-to-play poker sites or turtle food… there’s no such thing as a free lunch. It’s usually better to pay for the things you really want.