Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Curmudgeon wallowing in self-pity... again
Every morning, when I get to the train station, I have a decision to make. Do I step on the train... or in front of it?
It's true what they say about how the coward dies a thousand deaths, while the brave man dies only once.
Yes, I'm depressed. But I'm only depressed because I'm broke. I'm very shallow that way. I'm particularly depressed at the moment because I'm more broke than ever, my prospects are dimmer than Ted Baxter on the old Mary Tyler Moore Show, and my credit card debt is quickly approaching double what I made last year.
And Youngest Son's first tuition installment is overdue.
And, to top it off, yesterday I once again forgot to pay my minimum on my Target card.
But the crisis has been averted, at least for a few days, because I put my last $20 bill on my CTA card this morning.
If I hadn't, the card would have run out tonight when I went through the turnstile. But now?
Well, let's put it this way: I haven't always been broke so I haven't always been depressed. But I've always been cheap. I can't very well waste the rides on the card, can I?