A pain in the pocketbook
Yesterday, my husband went to the local food pantry in an attempt to pick up some nonperishable groceries. (Don't worry; the computer has been paid for long ago. We're just swamped with medical bills right now. That's why the food pantry.) The line seemed unusually long to him, and he was also surprised by the types of cars in the parking lot - we're talking brand-new ones, rather than the decrepit junk that you might expect of people needing to patronize a food pantry. He ran into some of our... Sign in to see full entry.