It was the thought that counted, I guess.
New pair of sneakers: $75
New, better-fitting pants: $30
Not getting mistaken again in Washington Square Park for a homeless man, like I was today, by a guy who walked up from behind (and thus didn't see that the only reason I was standing still by a garbage can was to throw out the peel of the orange I was peeling) and offered me his snack: Priceless.
There are some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's MasterCard.
...and yes, I declined the snack.