"Trying desperately not to get angry, I smiled at the couple in front of me and played hide and seek with their little ones. All the while, my mind was whirring. My family had just been robbed of $250 a month. I was budgeting every penny, making every meal from scratch and reducing the number of trips to the library (3 miles away), just to make ends meet. All of this, while the folks in front of me bought DVD's on their dime and food on mine. And to make matters worse - the father was wearing the very sweatshirt that I had wanted to buy for Sir Knight for Christmas - but couldn't afford."
I've tried sever different iteration of my thoughts, and I just can't explain it any better than Enola Gay