True story:
I got out of the military (many many years ago) and went to college. I was having trouble finding a part time job and my GI Bill hadn't come through yet. I wasn't sure where I was going to get my next meal.
Someone suggested that I apply for food stamps. I was taken aback since I didn't consider myself the type of person to get food stamps.
The person suggesting it was also a veteran and using his GI Bill for college. He told me that a lot of college students were doing it. He reasoned that I was a veteran and deserved it as much as anyone who didn't serve.
I thought about it and applied. I got $60 worth and that might give you an idea of how long ago it was.
I went to the LGS (Local Grocery Store NOT Local Gun Store) and went on a shopping spree for items like:
- Bologna
- White bread
- Oatmeal
- Canned fruit
- Big bags of dried beans
- Tang: (if any of you are old enough to remember that drink, then we can be friends) The orange juice was too expensive and wouldn't last as long.
- Instant coffee and I felt guilty getting that!
- Big bags of rice
- Spam
There were some more items and it's been so long that I can't remember but you get the idea. I wasn't buying luxury items.
I went to the check-out line and felt very embarrassed. Now here's the amazing part. We've all heard the stories but I never thought that I would personally witness it.
In front of me was a female Ubangi the size of gorilla with an ass like an elephant. She was piling on the choice cuts of steaks, ham, turkey, big bags of potato chips, soft drinks and the family gift packs of Hostess Twinkies. She had so much chocolate in her cart it would make Willy Wonka cry. There were enough doughnuts in her cart to make a cop choke. There were candy boxes of almost every shape size and colors that you could think of. There must have been a half dozen extra large frozen pizzas on top of everything else.
When it came my turn to check out I couldn't make myself look the cashier in the eye I was so embarrassed. So I watched the Ubangi go out to her late model Cadillac with her groceries. That Cadillac looked almost brand new. Yet I had a 1970 Ford Torino that had seen better days.
In a few weeks my GI Bill checks started to arrive and I found a part time job. The lady at the welfare office called me and asked if I need anymore food stamps. I told her no.
Now this is also the real disgusting part. I applied for those food stamps because I was really in need. I probably only had about $20-30 dollars in my pocket after paying for the rent. Regardless, I was now back on my feet with the GI Bill and a part time job.
Yet the welfare lady was really pushing the food stamps, almost to the point of begging me to apply for more. That was even after I told her that my GI Bill came through and I had a part time job. I told her that I had plenty of money. She finally gave up once she realized that I wasn't going to change my mind.
I often wondered how the welfare lady could look at the woman that was the size of an M-1 Abrams and think that fat ass needed more food when she looked like she was cornfed already.
So taking candy and soft drinks off the approved food stamps list sounds like a great idea!
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