"Scrooge" was a nickname given to me by a roommate years ago. In a fit worthy of Scarlett's "I'll never eat a dirty root again" speech, I was declaring that I was tired of living hand to mouth and that things were gonna change around here. It was gonna be peanut butter and crackers until I could get this mess straightened out. Although he was supportive of my new direction, he couldn't help but call me Scrooge from then on out. He still does.
It used to bother me a bit, but now that the finances are straight, I can laugh about it.