If my grandma wanted a cheeseburger, she would have kept it to herself and eaten a piece of smoked chicken that was hanging in the attic (where they stored the smoked chickens) instead because that's what they could afford.

In hindsight, I can kind of understand why my grandparents saved every damn thing that they ever bought. When you grow up dirt poor you find all kinds of new uses for what most people consider trash.

I've had plenty of hard times in my life but "so poor I gotta save every egg carton like it's made of gold" is not an experience I'm personally familiar with. I'm thankful for that.