So my mom and I ran out of food staples today. Mom’s always hated the idea of admitting she’s getting handouts so she and a few church members reached an agreement where she just quietly comes in sometimes and picks up what she needs from their food pantry. Today though, the pastor caught us in the pantry, chewed us out for not filling out forms, subtly shamed us for not attending the sermon, and basically called us thieves. Merry Christmas, everyone.













