A couple of years ago I saw a giant of a man checking out with some snacks. He was so put out when his EBT card couldn’t be automatically processed and he had to go to the customer service counter. He looked like he was in the NBA, very tall and athletic.
“He looked like he was in the NBA, very tall and athletic.”
That’s what happens to you when you can’t even make it on a Japanese Industrial League team and you never finished your B.A. in General Studies.
“Would you like catsup with those fries, ma’am?” and an EBT.
There is always a freeper who claims to have stalked an EBT user to her new Escalade.
I mean, who does that?