Being poor is knowing you can’t leave on the coffee table when your friends are around.
Being poor is hoping your kids don’t have a growth spurt.
Being poor is stealing meat from the store, frying it up before your mom gets home and then telling her she doesn’t have make dinner tonight because you’re not hungry anyway. Being poor is not enough space for everyone who lives with you.
Being poor is your kid’s school being the one with the 15-year-old textbooks and no air conditioning.Being poor is thinking an hour is a really good deal.Being poor is relying on people who don’t give a damn about you. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they are something every business needs to do.I’ve been through a ton of website launches, so it’s kind of a ho-hum process now.
But even if I go into a website launch with a nonchalant attitude, something usually happens—something unexpected.Being poor is knowing exactly how much everything costs.Being poor is getting angry at your kids for asking for all the crap they see on TV.Being poor is having to keep buying 0 cars because they’re what you can afford, and then having the cars break down on you, because there’s not an 0 car in America that’s worth a damn. Being poor is knowing your kid goes to friends’ houses but never has friends over to yours.Being poor is going to the restroom before you get in the school lunch line so your friends will be ahead of you and won’t hear you say “I get free lunch” when you get to the cashier. Being poor is coming back to the car with your children in the back seat, clutching that box of Raisin Bran you just bought and trying to think of a way to make the kids understand that the box has to last.Being poor is wondering if your well-off sibling is lying when he says he doesn’t mind when you ask for help. Being poor is a heater in only one room of the house.