Long before EBT, I was roofing a rental property that a friend owned. The tenant was on food stamps (at least...probably welfare, too). It was early in the month, and he was expecting “ the check.” He’d sit on the couch, watching TV, and every 15 minutes or so, he’d go out to the curb and gaze down the street for a few minutes, waiting for the mail truck to appear. I imagine that’s how he spent three or four days every month.
That’s pathetic; what would Jefferson and Adams say if they could see us now?