When I was a kid, there was this magical purple sparkly bike that I absolutely NEEDED to own. It had streamers cascading from the white cushy handles, it had a basket with plastic daisies... the works.
This bike? It was pretty much my destiny. It was also way above my 10-year old allowance budget, despite my frugal savings.
"No problem," my mom chimed in. "You can put it on layaway!"
Layaway, you guys. Whoever thought of this ingenious way to teach kids about the power of saving money, well... they were a genius.
So in I popped with my $20 or whatever it was, and put my first down payment on the dream. Dutifully, the guy behind the counter gave me a receipt and moved the purple chariot behind the special layaway counter. It was officially future-me mine.
Um... but what does this have to do with travel? Great question.