Today a big woman got Alaskan crab legs, rotisserie chicken, and the jumbo shrimp. All on food stamps while we here work 12 hour days, and pay our bills in order to pay taxes so women like her can just keep on taking, and eating he best whilst we get store brands.
Some days I dread going grocery shopping for that reason.
I am hardly extravagant. 40 to 50 bucks of stuff can get me a couple of weeks.
THIS is what drives me nuts. When my mom lived in a retirement duplex, the closest grocery store was in the rough quadrant of town.
I could easily spot the EBT people because there would be several people shopping together on a weekday (no jobs), and the cart(s) would be absolutely brimming compared to every other shopper in the store.
Including, if they were on WIC, buying 6 gallons of milk at a time for redistribution or sale. Very frustrating.