Twenty Years Together, Lost to a Poor Boy

At the school tennis tournament, when my girlfriend Victoria found out my racket cost a hundred thousand dollars, she went ballistic.

"A hundred thousand? Just for this piece of junk racket? Are you insane! You're a complete spendthrift."

She pulled over Killian, a student on financial aid: "His monthly living expenses are less than five hundred dollars. Wouldn't it be better to help him out instead?"

I frowned. "It's my money. I can spend it however I want. Why should I subsidize him? Just because he's poor? There are tons of poor people in the world."