At Money Boss, my goal is to get all of you to manage your money as if you were managing a business. I want you to make the best possible decisions with your income and spending. Having said that, we’re all human. We all mistakes. We all do dumb things with money. And I feel like April Fools’ Day is the perfect time to talk about some of the stupid things we’ve done in the past.
Let me give you an example (or three) from my own life.
To begin, I’ll retell a classic tale of my financial philosophy, one that has delighted my readers for over a decade. It’s all about how I paid $1500 for a “free” Frisbee.
The Not-So-Free Frisbee
On the first day of college, I opened my first bank account. The gym was filled with registration tables, not just for classes and clubs, but also for banks and credit cards. Since I was receiving a small stipend to cover living expenses, I needed a checking account.
The two banks vying for attention used different methods to attract students to their tables. A small local bank had a sign that promised “free checking”. A large national bank gave away a Frisbee to anyone who opened an account. The choice seemed easy: I wanted the Frisbee.
I signed up for my checking account, deposited my money, and got my free Frisbee. I spent the afternoon on the quad tossing the disc back and forth with my roommates. When it was time for dinner, I took the Frisbee up to my room, put it in the closet, and never used it again. Ever. But I had that checking account for nearly two decades.
Classes started. I forgot about the Frisbee and the checking account. The next month, I received my first bank statement. There was a $5 service charge. It didn’t seem like a big deal. I figured it was part of the package, part of being a grown-up. My parents had always paid a service charge on their checking account, and I expected I always would too.
For the rest of my college career, I paid $5 per month to maintain my checking account. When I graduated, I continued to pay $5 per month. During the 1990s, that fee increased to $8 per month, but I barely noticed.
In fact, I paid a monthly fee for checking from September 1987 until June 2004. For 202 months — nearly seventeen years — I paid for the privilege of writing checks. Then, when I decided to become a money boss, I left the major national bank and moved to a local credit union. I’ve had my checking account at that credit union for nearly thirteen years now and have never been charged a fee of any kind.
One foolish choice as I entered college cost me nearly $1500 — enough to buy about one hundred Frisbees. And that’s just one of the foolish financial choices I’ve made in my life. [Read more…]