Princess in a recession II- SAH KURITY

As I mentioned before when I first moved to Houston I had nothing and was determined to provide a life for Jack and me. So I swallowed my pride and stood in line at the welfare office.... and stood....and stood. And for good measure stood some more. So this is my recounting of some of the things that happened, exactly as they happened while I was in line.

The welfare office is a dangerous place filled with dangerous people, and don't let anyone tell you any different. Some people live to start a fight for some food stamps. They walk in with a chip on their shoulder and anyone that looks at them sideways it's on! The part of town the particular office I frequented was in the bad part of the bad part of town. Where even the hardened criminals are scared to go.

So I go in for another "appointment", which calling it an appointment is a crock. Basically you bring in everything you own and have someone look at it and tell you that you suck. Then your job is to convince them that you suck so bad that you need help from the government. Some people are better at this than others. In fact some people can drive into the office with brand new escalades and talk on their blakberries about how they make "cheddar" and get money from the government. I on the other hand have to convince them that my literally beaten up 4 year old car is worth less than a person that has never seen it tells me it is.

"Ma'am your car is worth more than the allowable amount for approval for aid." "So you're telling me that the car ,that I can't make payments on, is too valuable for me to get assistance to buy food which I also can't afford?" "Have you considered getting a cheaper car?" I almost laughed out loud because there were rims in the parking lot of that office that were worth more than my entire car.

THAT was on a day that I knew I had an appointment. THIS particular day I received a phone call the day before telling me to come in. So I go in and head straight to the appointment check in window which is also the renewal/ information window. Which by doing this I might as well have a target on my back because the 200 people in line that I have just cut in front of don't know and don't care that I have a scheduled appointment and I am simply signing in.

So I hear things like "Look at this bitch thinking she can all cut in front of us and shit. I've been in line for four hours " And "this white girl aint nothing." really? I am tempted to turn around and say something, but the fact that I am greatly outnumbered by angry line occupants and the officer to the right of me with the tazer and very large gun in her holster, keep me quiet.

I can't say the same for , well, we will call him "Sanchez" ....

The officer in this particular office also doubles for traffic control. Or as I like to call it, directing people that can't read English.

"OK EVERYONE IF YOU HAVE AN APPLICATION YOU MUST LINE UP ON THE FAR BACK WALL. DO NOT MOVE THE CHAIRS TO SIT WHILE YOU ARE WAITING IN LINE. THE CHAIRS ARE FOR PEOPLE WITH APPOINTMENTS OR THAT ARE WAITING TO SEE A CASE WORKER........" She continues... To which I now hear Sanchez mumble something to the effect of "I can sit wherever I damn well please." Let me say that Sanchez was not in consideration to be in the category of people that she was addressing because Sanchez is no where near the far back wall. Sanchez is in fact in the row furthest from the group of people that she is talking to, but the officer was walking in front of him at the time and I really think he was bored. So what the hell? Let's get mouthy with the law for giggles! tee hee.
"Sir I wasn't talking to you. I was speaking to the people that I have seen take the chairs from their original spots to a different location." "Oh so now your saying that I'm moving my chair. Miss I feel disrespected. I have been disrespected and that shit's not cool." At this point Sanchez is standing and flapping around like a break dancer about to make a serious move. "Sir I am going to need you to sit down please. I was not referring to you and therefore was not talking to you." "NOBODY TELLS ME TO F***IN' SIT DOWN. DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE F***ING WITH??" Well that must of pissed lady cop off because she flips the latch on her holster and gets up in Sanchez' face "SIR I AM AN OFFICER OF THE LAW!!" As she guides her free hand ala Vanna White over the holster just to let him know that , yes, she is an officer of the law, and , yes, she will kill him... dead.
"Man F*** that, you ain't sh**!!" as he sits down. "I am sorry that you feel disrespected." The officer replies back in a stern, but sincere tone. That cop tone that all cops speak in. They must teach it in cop school or something. "You ain't gotta be a bitch about it." Really Sanchez??? Shut the hell up!
So I turned around for a minute to talk with the lady behind the window while the friendly couple are trying to discern exactly why Sanchez is even there. When it's determined that he is there for moral support he is asked to leave.
Still flapping... he tells everyone to F*** themselves and shoves over a podium. A guard by the door grabs him and literally drags him down the three flights of stairs opposite the door. He is kicking and cursing the whole way down.
I don't know what happened to ol' Sanchez, but I know wherever he is NO ONE is disrepecting him.