What is this, Asshole Day?

[Dentarthurdent]

When the poverty line becomes a seemingly impossible goal and unimaginable wealth, you got problems

I know the feeling. Although I do finally make five figures, only barely.

[dawnfire]

Is it wrong that I want to kick that woman and her child, as well as the asshole who refused to help you into a shark tank?

poor shark! what are you trying to do kill it?

[dawnfire]

I know the feeling. Although I do finally make five figures, only barely.

join the club

[thatcrazyredhead]

It was like he was asking me if I had really just dropped trou and crapped in an old lady's handbag in the bakeware aisle.

You're hilarious, Marlowe! Terribly sorry to hear about your babies, though.

[Food Lady]

I'm poor, too, but I don't care what people think of that. I'm quite pleased with the way I'm able to make a little go a long way. Well, God does that. I just follow.

[Marlowe]

I'm poor, too, but I don't care what people think of that. I'm quite pleased with the way I'm able to make a little go a long way.

Same. At my college I was pretty much the only student there without a trust fund, and the ones without formal trust funds were given handouts by Daddy every time they bothered to ask. The way I look at it, it's character building. I'm learning skills, hardship, and self-determination that I wouldn't have got if I'd just sauntered straight into an associate's job at my Dad's law firm or been given an "in" at Dow Jones right out of school.

While I am religious though, I don't quite go for God deciding on what to do before I do. I mean, the guy's around, but it's more like a hands-off kind of approach. It's comforting to have, but I consider and tackle things in my own way, and I'm a better person for it.

[csquared]

Man: SOO? *glances at arm* What did you do to yourself, anyway?

Once again, we have the "Dear God, what have you DONE in this old woman's handbag??!!" tone of voice.

Me: Well, I, uh, I have a stab wound...
Man: You got STABBED??

You really need to work on the story. Something along the lines of:
I was shopping in [Expense district]. Looking for [expensive shoes]. I had just left [exclusive store] when I heard a woman scream.

You race down a dark alley to find a couple of guys trying to rape a young girl. Then fill in a good description of how you drop the first guy. You take a knife to the arm while trying to shield the girl. Then you drop the other attacker.

Yeah, that's the ticket.

[Jay 2K Winger]

You really need to work on the story. Something along the lines of:
I was shopping in [Expense district]. Looking for [expensive shoes]. I had just left [exclusive store] when I heard a woman scream.

You race down a dark alley to find a couple of guys trying to rape a young girl. Then fill in a good description of how you drop the first guy. You take a knife to the arm while trying to shield the girl. Then you drop the other attacker.

Yeah, that's the ticket.

Alternately, you had this beef with a guy trying to low-ball you on your artwork, who knocked you down in the midst of aggressive negotiations. You retaliated in kind by kicking his ass. He came back a few days later with a knife. You took a knife to the arm in self-defense before breaking his leg and dropping him on his dome.




Wait.

I've heard that one before...

[KatherineB]

See, I'm rather evil and I'm afraid I would set the mother of the little darlings who have the obsession with money up for a huge fall. Something along the lines of "Yes, I am poor. You see, my mommy spent all MY money on clothes and make-up and haircuts and pretty fingernails and things for HER. I hope YOUR mommy doesn't do that to YOU or you might end up poor like me. Buh-bye now!"

And exeunt.

Wonder what happens next time Mommy takes Junior to her next hairdressing or fingernail appointment or goes to try on pretty clothes...

[Skarredmind]

SC: Why don't you have one? Everyone has one.
Me: Well, I-
SC: *sneer* Are you POOR?

I had one... but they took it away because I kept running down snotty little rich brats. Wanna come outside and see?

Me: Well, I, uh, I have a stab wound...
Man: You got STABBED??

Yeah the last jerk who gave a load of attitude instead of help was trying to fight me off as I bludgeoned him to death with a pet carrier.

Me: No, Ma'am, I don't.
GBM: *BIG SIGH* Are you suuuuuure?

Wait lemme think... oh crap yeah I do... you need help beating the hell out of you and your child? Well if you insist!