Last night I found myself sandwiched in line waiting to check out, this is not an odd occurrence. The woman in front of me had 5 children she was wrangling (which did not seem odd to me), as well as the fact that the children were a mix of Caucasian and Hispanic.( Again hmph…didn’t notice until it was pointed out to me).
Yes, I said pointed out.
The people behind me as I wrestled my own whiney toddler, began very loudly whispering things like;
“How many baby daddies do you think she has?” “Can’t even dress those kids for weather.” “Just wait until she whips out the food stamps. “
I calmed my 3 year old with old altoids found at the bottom of my purse and looked incredulously back at the well dressed, normal couple spouting such, well, total CRAP.
I looked forward to see a woman fumbling with separating clothes items; coats and shoes socks and underwear from the food items with the black plastic separators.
There five kids,two that shared her same blonde hair with jackets and warm shoes and three, beautifully dark haired and deep brown eyes, wearing shorts, and flip flops.
It was true she was struggling with a food stamp card. Didn’t know what buttons to use to complete the transaction.
As the class act behind me deeply sighed; and said “There’s our tax dollars neatly at work.”
I shot them what I can only imagine was the death glare only a mother of 9 can execute to perfection.