Dinged inconvenient
I’ve been told that one of my great grandfather’s favorite sayings was, “It’s no disgrace to be poor, but it’s dinged inconvenient.”
He was a preacher man, and very devout, so “dinged” was the closest he would get to cursing, but you know what he meant.
He died long before I was born, so I’ve only heard stories about him. I’m sure he was quite a character. A churchy person not getting stomped to bits (rhetorically) in a family full of artists, architects and hard-nosed business types would take a lot of conviction and a powerful personality. My father said I got half my looks and most of my stubbornness from him. I wish I knew more.
I just thought of him because I’m poor right now. It’s not life-threatening, at the moment, but it certainly is tiresome. Or as Papa Boussard would say, dinged inconvenient.