I used to meet a quiet, middle-aged lady at a grocery store. I had never seen a person shop as thriftily as she did.
One day, I told her I admired how she shopped. She said “I suppose it runs in my family.” Then, she continued, “My grandmother brought me up on a farm in Vermont, and she would never cut the lettuce on a Sunday till she returned from church.” I had no idea how church, lettuce and thriftiness were related. So, I asked her, “Why?”
She replied, “Why? So the lettuce might grow a little more while Granny was at church!”
For her grandmother, it was out of the question to cut the lettuce before going to church just to have breakfast ready and waiting when the family came home. It would have been a pity to waste the lettuce that would have grown while she was at church. The lady had inherited her grandmother’s habit of thriftiness, impressing everyone when she shopped.