The best meaning most horrible thing about being broke is surprise expenses.
Yesterday morning while watching the James Franco parody of that horrible Kanye video, my Internet went out. I thought it was because of the rain, but after the longest call to customer service ever, it was discovered that I need a new modem.
"I've only had this one four years!" I cried.
"Really? They usually only last two," I was informed.
It costs $200 to replace, to be spread across my bill in "ten easy payments."
Easy?
My grocery budget for the month is less than that! If only I could eat my Internet.
Now I have to step into 2013 and do all my business via iPhone, which is a task for a woman who has avoided wearing her glasses for the past 15 years.
Eye roll.
