This is something the leaves me perplexed. I stand in line at the grocery store behind
someone who has a buggy loaded, and I do mean loaded with food. Not the kind you can cook from scratch,
homemade meals. No, there are no
“regular groceries” here. There is no
such thing as eggs, a nice roast for Sunday dinner or a few chicken legs. Not even a bag of onions or potatoes.
This person and millions across the country unload their
groceries on the belt week after week never buying so much as a can of green
beans or a banana. There are no peas or
carrots, rice or beans. Instead you will
find soda, chips and cheese curls,
Oreo’s and Nutter Butter cookies,
M&M’s and Twizzlers, Pizza Rolls,
Crunch Berries, Little Debbie cakes, pot pies … and let’s not forget the
Moonpie’s and RC Cola. (Uh… this sounds like part of my grocery list!)
This person ahead of me continues to unload their basket as
I look at my paltry fare. A jug of milk,
a bag of rice, a couple pounds of ground beef, some potatoes, frozen veggies, a
jar of peanut butter, some eggs, bread, and a bunch of bananas… it’s much too
close to payday to be able to indulge in the “goodies” and convience foods. I look back up and the person in front of me
has finished unloading their basket and reaches into the cooler for a Sun Drop
and then grabs a Snickers bar while waiting for the cashier to finish ringing
up the order. The bag boy is hard at
work and runs to grab another buggy to get all of the grocery bags packed in so
they can be taken to the parking lot to this person’s car.
I’m thinking, a candy bar would be nice, but it’s a luxury
at this point in the payday cycle (really a it’s luxury anytime) and my hips
don’t need it either. I need to stretch
my grocery money all month. I’m feeling
kind of jealous that this person can have so many goodies. Yet by the looks of things I know they are
eating crap… ALL of the time (I only get it sometimes). It’s not just a treat here and there.
I look up as the person ahead of me pays for their order
since it’s about time for mine to be wrung up.
This person pays with food stamps.
No, I’m not surprised. Frustrated and angry, but not surprised. So many people struggle, yet don’t qualify
for benefits of any kind.
It just so happened that when I was pulling out of the
parking lot, this person was pulling out just ahead of me. We both travel a little way. The turn signal is now on for this car in front
of me. This car is much newer than
mine. It turns into the drive-up at a
fast food restaurant. I drive on
home. After I put away my groceries,
I’ll have a peanut butter sandwich.
I don’t know the exact circumstances of this person. I shouldn’t judge. Times are hard, and hard times don’t seem to
discriminate anymore. But there just
seems to be something unfair and unbalanced in the world we live in.
I lived in a mobile home park for 11 years before I moved
south. I managed the park for the last
year and a half I lived there. There in
many cases seems to be a trend with some
people who receive assistance of one sort or another. I am only
referring to the people of this
caliber, not to those who truly need,
and manage the assistance they receive carefully and wisely. Don’t misconstrue what I am trying to get
across…
I lived among a lot of people who shopped just as the person
ahead of me at the store did. They
seemed to always cry they had no money.
Their kids had new shoes, new coats and backpacks for school. The cars they drove were not by any means
junkers, they were more like Escalades and Camaros. Some of the ladies were always buying the
latest whatever from the Home Interior or Tupperware party they just went
to. Yet… they couldn’t pay their rent on
time and always had a sad story of their circumstances to tell. But... others, who did seem to struggle and
didn’t have the newer things but somehow still had one thing in common... week after week after week after week on trash
day there were always pizza delivery boxes and KFC buckets in their trash. EVERY WEEK.
So, my question is this… Does the drive-thru take food
stamps?
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