The early bird gets the worm.
Birdie had bigger plans.
Every great shopper has an origin story. Hers has three chapters and a lot of coupons.
The coupon kid
Other kids sorted baseball cards. Birdie sorted the Sunday inserts — by category, then by expiry, then by stack-ability. She was six. The scissors were safety scissors. The system was already ruthless.
The mall years
She never once needed the directory. Clearance schedules, restock days, which store marked down on Thursdays — Birdie knew the mall the way other teens knew song lyrics. Friends asked where to find things. She told them what they'd pay before they got there.
The door-crasher
Black Friday, every year: first in line, thermos in hand, list finalized the night before. When the doors opened she was through before the crowd finished waking up — and her cart somehow cost less than everyone else's. The pins on her tote are from those years. She earned every one.
These days she does it for you. Every day. In about ten minutes.
Send Birdie shopping — free