The land of expired goods

Basic necessities like food prices and rent have reached a point that tests our patience, so expired products have come to our rescue.

In the "old good days," I managed to own a house and a car because I didn't squander what I earned.

I won't list my other properties, lest Lightning McQueen comes after me.

Actually, let me write them down so Mr. Lightning doesn't have to do too much research.

An old and small apartment in Erenköy.

There is still a small amount of loan debt remaining on it.

My eldest son, who is in university, lives there.

So, I don't collect rent.

Since he doesn't let me into the house either, I stay in guesthouses and pay for it.

It would be a lie to say I have much left in terms of cash.

Even if I had some foreign currency or similar, that too has dried up due to the children's expenses.

When Lightning McQueen cut off the credit, I turned to my salary account's overdraft facility, known as KMH.

The KMH account is something else; it's more ruthless than our Maraz Ahmet from Tonya.

It gobbles up almost my entire pension under the name of interest.

Even though I don't pay rent, my income is no longer enough to get by.

I hadn't been able to buy real white cheese or meat for a long time.

But I was astonished when I saw the prices at the market I stopped by yesterday.

Seeing 600 lira cheese for 300 lira and 2,000 lira lamb chops for 1,000 lira, I immediately bought three or four kilos of each.

Even if their expiration dates were approaching.