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?
Main reason my wife won’t take me shopping any more.
She is afraid I’ll go off on a welfare mama loading up her cart with top notch foods while we clip coupons, buy the “last chance” meat, sale items and house brands.
I removed my filter to be polite to thieves. I am going to lose a multigenerational family home, savings and perhaps a business. I am sick of this.
I give you permission to do the same. :)