I escaped the trailer park—why do I still ‘think poor’?

(Feb. 17) – I have a routine: Some days I leave the Venice bungalow my husband, daughter and I rent for $3,000 a month and take a walk down to Abbot Kinney Boulevard to buy lunch. It comes out to $15 for a salad and $5 for a coffee. It’s too pricey, so I overtip, a penance for my indulgence.