Somewhere in the mid-80s, I started having people call who were looking for apartments for themselves and their fiancées. At first I would naively ask when the wedding date was. It took a while for me to figure out that “fiancée” was a euphemism for “Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?”
I started saying “if I had a nickel for every 'affianced' couple who calls here…”, and shortly thereafter got a coffee can, cut a slit in the top, and set up a Fiancee Jar. Every time someone would come in and use that meaningless phrase, I’d drop a nickel into the jar. After about a year, we donated the jar of cash to the Red Cross.
There was about 20 bucks in it. How deeply do you want to think about that?
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