Courtesy of Tribune News Service Consider the following scenario:
“It’s time to get out of the car,” the mother says as she and her four sons arrive at Walmart. The eldest son, looking at his mom, feigns a migraine and says he prefers to wait in the car. The eldest son is worried about another repeat of that embarrassing scene from the last time they went grocery shopping. His mother had flashed her government issued “poverty identification card,” or the more politically correct term, EBT card, during checkout. They had orange juice, Cap’n Crunch and some Oreos among other items […]
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