My grandparents grew up during the depression. They buy everything on sale, including food. They have olive oil in their cabinets that’s from 2009 (it survived a move.) My grampa, in his own words, loves buying “junk” and “crap” and holding into it forever. They probably spend most of their money on gifts, dining out, cruises, and trading stocks. I love them so much. But I fear the day I have to accept their hand-me-downs. I’ll probably end up with the oil.