I was in Walgreens. I’m 66, on oxygen for pulmonary fibrosis, an eventually-terminal illness that kills as many as breast cancer, but still working and buying my own food. A young, fit, healthy-looking 20-something in front of me tried to buy two high-priced energy sports drinks with his food stamps card. When it didn’t work, he paid with a $100 bill. After he left, the cashier, in her 40s, slightly over-weight, looking tired from standing on her feet at a low-pay job all day, looked at me and said, ‘Our money.” 2 words said it all.
Robert A. Hall
Author: The Coming Collapse of the American Republic
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