Food Bank Fun!
Not fun at all, actually. No. The people were really nice but I had no idea what I was walking into. I’ve never been to a Food Bank.
I lost a job that I’d held for years a very long time ago. They were a bunch of fucktards that basically “fired” me for being mentally ill. No one could get away with what they did to me with current legislation. I won’t go further, but point being, back then and still today, I feel there are so many more people in need than I am. I should not be going to a Food Bank.
My Dietician convinced me. She said I am just as much “in need” as anyone else due to my life’s circumstances. That still doesn’t make me feel any better about it. I suppose she’s right, though. Maybe now more than ever.
So, before I proceed with the rest of this tale, maybe other folks can share their experiences of going to Food Banks. That is if they feel comfortable.
There were so many people! I thought we got there early enough. They had a “Take A Number” system and oh, my. I can’t remember but there were 30+ people ahead of me. I asked how long it would take. The guy said an hour. Poor Grocery Man! The irony of me calling him Grocery Man as he drove me to a Food Bank instead of shopping for groceries. You see, after the Food Bank, we had to talk about some other things regarding my future. Some really, really bad things.
I ran outside with my ticket in hand to ask him what to do. I didn’t want him to have to wait an hour! I started crying and he asked what I wanted to do. Then I said I didn’t know, what did he want to do. This went on for a while until my crying got nearly out of control. Then he said to just go and get the damn food!
I thought you’d just walk in, give them ID, and start scrounging around through a bunch of boxes. No. That was kind of the point of having a number. To keep things orderly in terms of all of us, the starving throng, plus they prepared your little packages for you.
Since I had never been there, they had to “process me.” That also took a bit longer. I have to provide them with more information (income, rent, dependents, ID with address–but that’s for every visit.) I was told today I can go there four times a month, so basically every week. All the information I am thinking is to determine your number of visits and maybe how much loot you can get.
While being “processed” there was a bunch of stuff on the woman’s desk. I could have “one” of the items. Whatever I wanted. I didn’t even know what some of the things were. So, I took…you’ll see at the bottom. It seems kind of weird and it surprised me. I thought it was something else and half of it is but…
They give you these little tickets for whatever you want. Then you give those tickets to the folks who have what you want. They even had some second hand clothes. They even had perishables wrapped up in bags. Would have been nice to nail one of those, but they disappeared long before my number was called.
I got what you’d pretty much expect (apart from the weird and/or surprising?) Rice, pasta, crackers, peanut butter, a couple of granola bars, some buns that look alright, soup, spaghetti sauce, a tin of tuna, and a tiny bottle of juice.
The kinda weird and unexpected?
What I took from intake looked like a big jar of honey. It sort of is. Honey and Ginger Tea. It’s a big jar of honey that appears to have big hunks of ginger in it. It says to put two to three teaspoons of it into boiling water and there’s your tea. Okay.
More tea. This was left on the “Perishables Table.” Some kind of “Chinese Tea” the guy said. I love tea so I scooped up all the packets and just threw them into my coat pocket. When I got home, I felt them and it’s like they have tiny pebbles in their little bags. On a couple, there’s a Pharmaceutical Company’s name. Huh? The characters also look Korean to me, but I can’t read that, Cantonese or Mandarin either, so what’s the difference. Still, Big Pharma Tea? I probably shouldn’t drink that. Not with all the damn meds I’m on.
And, last but not least? I am going to taste powdered milk for the first time ever. That should be interesting.
Also “interesting” were all of us, the starving throng. Quite a group. I brought Wonder Cane as in the morning I was a bit post-“ick”tal© wobbly. So, I probably looked pretty groovy there m’self. *shakes head*