My wife had a colleague at work in Falkirk who was tight as f**k. In his 40s, twice divorced and using every dating agency he could find to try and get another woman. This was unlikely as he was a stingy, unpleasant short-arse who very rarely got a second date. Anyway, Morrisons had recently opened in the town and we had tried shopping there, stopping to eat in the cafe. When she described it at work the next day, she mentioned that the cafe was incredibly cheap.
Guess where the stingy twat took his next "date"?
I'm not kidding - a romantic meal in Morrison's cafe