Wednesday, February 04, 2015

“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,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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