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Did You Play Rich Man, Poor Man?

by kphirst

"Rich Man, Poor Man" was a game I played as a child. The first
button on my clothes was rich man - the second was poor man.
Buttons three through eleven were beggar man, thief, doctor,
lawyer, Indian chief, soldier, sailor, tinker, tailor. My last
button foretold who I would marry. The game hasn't changed, but
my definition of husband material has.

As a child I thought a millionaire was a rich man. I didn't know
about taxes and income brackets. Now I think a rich man is one
who's happy with what he has - and, of course, isn't against
being happier.

In spite of my buttons, however, I married a poor man - still in
college. I remember when we had less than three dollars and John
was trying to find a sitter for a visiting professor. I asked him
if the sitter was going to get paid. Since we couldn't stand
being poor, I thought we could sit.

The next button was beggar man, which today could be a
fundraiser. Registering my phone number with the National
Do-Not-Call Registry eliminated calls from telemarketers, but
non-profit organizations aren't eliminated. Whenever I get a call
asking for a donation, I ask the caller to send me a written
request  - but I've never gotten one.  Although these fundraisers
are willing to give me their two cents' worth on the phone,
they're not willing to put forty-one cents on an envelope.

Next came thief - which also described my husband. Although a
mutual friend introduced him to my older sister, he stole my
heart. In addition to taking the best years of my life, he's
taken my pregnancy pains, PMS mood swings and menopause hot
flashes. In return for stealing my heart, he's done hard time.

When my last button was a doctor or a lawyer, my mother was
pleased. She explained I'd be well taken care of. Mother didn't
know that Indian chiefs were going to have casinos.

Mother also explained that landing on a soldier or a sailor
button was safe. They would have a steady job. They'd be in a
family business - working for Uncle Sam.

Tinker and tailor are the last buttons in the game. Both are in
the fixing business - one fixes pots and the other fixes clothes.
These two might be the best husband material. With half of
marriages ending in divorce, husbands who are fixers might help.

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