The Real Welfare Queen [View all]
A woman walked in today to make copies. She was wearing some God awful perfume, which was annoying enough. But, then she kept talking, and talking, and talking.
We have an American flag in our front lobby. “Oooh. What a nice flag” she says as she’s friggin’ stroking it...wtf? “I wish everyone had a flag. We just don’t have any real patriotism in this country, anymore.” Uhhhhh...sure.
Another customer walks in. A very nice man that I’ve worked with several times. He’s the owner of a maid service (franchise). She was busy trying to sift through her shit, so I excused myself to see what he needed. When she heard that he owned a maid service, “Oh! You’re the owner? I’ve been using the same maid service for years. I’ve heard you’re really expensive.”
This poor guy just wanted to have some stuff printed. He did not need a confrontation at his local print shop. He politely explained that the prices per hour were higher, but that they send out two people instead of the typical one so it ended up normally less expensive. She then started spouting off ridiculous claims about her current service and he was gently trying to call her bluff. She was crazy and kept inflating her previous claims. I kept interrupting her by asking him questions, but she kept blabbering away.
Finally, I was back to her. She was having copies of her financial material and bills done so she could collect welfare. Wait...it gets better. She started complaining about how difficult it is to get welfare these days because, “it’s all going to people who are too lazy to work.” /sigh “I have to get welfare because my husband doesn’t have to pay alimony anymore.” Holy shit. I’d place her age at mid-50s. She was driving a newer car. Couldn’t see clearly enough, but it looked like a mid-sized Honda. I’d guess just a year or two old.
“Do you know what’s even more upsetting? They didn’t even ask for my birth certificate! Anyone can walk in there and get welfare, even illegals!!” I had to ask... “Did they ask for a copy of your driver’s license or other I.D.?” Well, of course. “And, your SS card?” “Yes, but, anyone can get a driver’s license and social security card.” I walked away.
I finished her crap and went back to my office, but she kept talking. I don’t hear very well, so every time she’d open her trap I’d have to get up and walk to the front desk to see if she needed something. Well, the last straw was, “I can’t wait until that lousy Obama is kicked out of office. I’m sick of him bowing down to all the minorities and illegals in this country and not giving a shit about people like me.”
Fuck you, lady. You drive a new car, you have a cleaning service, you look pretty damned healthy and well-fed, you had decent clothes on, you’re whining because your alimony ran out. And, you’re applying for welfare. Guess what? I wouldn’t blame our President for not giving a shit about you. I know I don’t.
Right after she left, the woman that is in love with the font Comic Sans came in. I need a drink.
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