Along the way to our apartment, I walked past a*****e with a mini popcorn machine on the display. It looked too adorable with all the red color and wheels, and it was on sale. With the lovely popcorn maker, we could enjoy the fresh popcorn in minutes!
The next thing I knew, I was carrying the popcorn machine home. In the back of my mind, the little voice told me that was why I was poor, but I tried not to pay too much attention to it.
Karmen opened the door for me. She was in a towel, and her body glistened with water as if she'd just finished taking a shower.
"What's this?" she asked.
"Hmm...our groceries?" I said, feigning the obvious financial mistake I'd just made.
"Azra, don't tell me you just bought a popcorn machine," she said. Well, she already knew it from the picture on the
