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Another chiming in with "ain't nothing wrong with being on food stamps!" 
Hell, my Dad and I used to be in a situation (in the 90s) where we qualified for the things, but just never filed for them. Maybe out of pride, reluctance, or fear of being stigmatized, I dunno. He and I both worked, but our net income was still low enough that we qualified as a household. We still got the bills paid (thanks in part to a very patient landlord) and usually had food on the table, even if it meant shopping at the discount bread outlet store (that's where the day-old loaves end up -- what scared me is that they usually also had stuff like Twinkies that were actually close to expiring...how old were THOSE damn things?!? o_O) or the old "salvage" grocery warehouse (as in, where dented food packages and the like ended up before the proliferation of dollar stores), so we didn't feel the "need."
That all changed when we got to the point that literally the only food available in the house was a jug of milk and a frozen party sub that my aunt had given us recently. Only problem was, she failed to mention that said sandwich had been sitting out on the counter for several hours AFTER the party in question had ended, prior to being frozen...Long story short, Dad nearly ended up in the hospital from eating it, and I didn't feel too hot, myself. We headed over to the SNAP office as soon as they were open after that weekend >_> We never trusted leftovers from that aunt again, either ~_~
I still feel a little weird when all I need are drinks, and I go through a line with my EBT card, water, and some 2-liters of soda...but ya know, I've been lucky, I suppose. No cashiers nor fellow customers have ever given me any shit about it. Nobody here will do that to anyone here, either ^_^ So feel free to keep right on venting!
Hell, my Dad and I used to be in a situation (in the 90s) where we qualified for the things, but just never filed for them. Maybe out of pride, reluctance, or fear of being stigmatized, I dunno. He and I both worked, but our net income was still low enough that we qualified as a household. We still got the bills paid (thanks in part to a very patient landlord) and usually had food on the table, even if it meant shopping at the discount bread outlet store (that's where the day-old loaves end up -- what scared me is that they usually also had stuff like Twinkies that were actually close to expiring...how old were THOSE damn things?!? o_O) or the old "salvage" grocery warehouse (as in, where dented food packages and the like ended up before the proliferation of dollar stores), so we didn't feel the "need."
That all changed when we got to the point that literally the only food available in the house was a jug of milk and a frozen party sub that my aunt had given us recently. Only problem was, she failed to mention that said sandwich had been sitting out on the counter for several hours AFTER the party in question had ended, prior to being frozen...Long story short, Dad nearly ended up in the hospital from eating it, and I didn't feel too hot, myself. We headed over to the SNAP office as soon as they were open after that weekend >_> We never trusted leftovers from that aunt again, either ~_~
I still feel a little weird when all I need are drinks, and I go through a line with my EBT card, water, and some 2-liters of soda...but ya know, I've been lucky, I suppose. No cashiers nor fellow customers have ever given me any shit about it. Nobody here will do that to anyone here, either ^_^ So feel free to keep right on venting!
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