Lots of third world immigrants go nuts when they win life's lottery and enter the USA, legally or illegally. It's as if they want to make op for lost time in their homelands when lack of money kept them from eating to their heart's desire.
At the huge flee market here (Ft Lauderdale) I would always get a chuckle at the overstuffed Haitian women selling stuff. Come lunch time they would gobble down huge rice based meals in Styrofoam takeout boxes. I wouldn't touch the disgusting low grade chicken and meats in those meals with a ten foot pole. JUST DAMN!
the Swap Shop???