“I use to drive my girlfriend to and from work and never thought to take the expenses from my taxes.”, Housekeeper told me her hubby was telling the tax consultant the other evening.
“I was pissed”, she said. “That happened thirty years ago and why should he bring it up now, and why did he tell her?”
“Well, maybe it was a stray thought, Housekeeper,” I said, “and probably it wouldn’t matter so much if women weren’t so damn territorial.”
She thought about that for a minute and still insisted on grumping about it.
What we had been talking about was welfare, food stamps and taxes. Her brother is receiving housing, full disability and food stamps and she had been wondering why he was receiving ten dollars less in food stamps than a friend is receiving.
We were getting down to what she really knew about the situation vs. what she was complaining about when the comment above surfaced without volition or prompting from me.
I’ve joked about wearing boots because I’m too lazy to tie laces on shoes, but Housekeepers brother cannot tie laces, which is why he is on welfare. Kansas, and most other states, no longer has homes, in aggregate for such folks. They receive assistance and live either at home or in HUD housing supervised by families or in a hospice. A cheaper way of warehousing incapable folks, I suppose.
The food stamp difference by the way was sixty vs. seventy dollars per month. Which, when one thinks about it, isn’t very much per month. Given the idea of my own grocery bill per month, it is just about the tax money on the once-a-six-week shopping trip.
If you think about the Federal, State taxes and the county gratuity six percent. I think sometimes the grid means griddle, and that frying pan and fire are the lesser evil.
From the reaches,