Me: How are you?
Them: I have no food, we ate out last can of tuna last night.
Me: (Glancing at the foggy door glass from the central-air running) Is everything else okay?
Them: I hope so, maybe in the long run we will be.
Me: Maybe a rearranging of priorities is in order? (cell-phone, central air, cable-TV, cigarettes, electricity, water, food?) Sometimes we take our luxuries for granted don't we? Maybe you should get rid of some of your unnecessary expenses?
Them: Those aren't luxuries, this is America, it's our way of life.
I'm hungry, but I need to buy cigarettes first. Why is it I should help you again?