You know it’s funny that you too have noticed that. We have a huge Super Walmart not far from our house. IF you get there about 10 or 11am there is absolutely noone there. Noon or later they are mobbed.
I always tell Hubby....gotta get to Walmart before the Free Shit Crowd gets out of bed.
“Free Sxxx Crowd”-—Lol
LOL, gotta remember that one...
Speaking of Walmart and EBT cards, we were there yesterday. After noon, come to think of it. A woman is talking to someone on her phone (’BamaPhone, I expect.) She said, “Yeah. I’ll get it with my gubment card. I ain’t a-carin’. It ain’t MY money.” I’m thinking, “Yeah, Bitch. It’s MY money. And I’m ‘a-carin’!” It took everything in me not to speak up.
I dream of standing behind someone in a checkout line using an EBT card. When she puts Pop Tarts on the conveyor, I take them off. When she puts marshmallows on the belt, I take them off. Etc. Then I tell her it’s my money she’s spending and I insist that she put back all the crap. Wouldn’t that just be so great if we all did that?