Yes! It's time for another Mr. A story. This time it's in regard to Tom's thankless counter job.
But it's also an example of how quickly the compassion of "I'll make the goverment spend your money" turns judgmental and moralizing.
If you'll remember Mr. A is the well-to-do champagne socialist, and Tom is not so well off. But they're united in a common hobby and a common hatred of "The Right"
Tom: Obese woman with 6 kids comes in and spends 20 in foodstamps on 2 liters of soda and candy bars This job is so depressing sometimes.
Mr A: I'm looking for a silver lining there, but all I've come up with so far is "at least she wasn't a tweaker"
Tom: Yeah, but we do get those too. There's another woman. The state has taken two of her kids, and now she's pregnant with a third.
But what's fascinating is Mr. A and Tom reject that notion.
Mr. A suggests "2 bucks for the soda, and 18 candy bars"
Tom corrects "3 2 liters. On sale actually, 2 for 2.50. Which gives you an idea of how many candy bars she got."
Miss Wolf asking the pertinent question: "I'm not sure how depressing that is. Six kids are going to go through a shitload of soda and candy bars."
To borrow a phrase, who is Tom to judge? What happened to her body her choice? I mean it's not like she's spending his money... Oh.
Tom answering Miss Wolf: : "And that's why her kids are all obese too"
Tom: "Care to guess what the tweaker woman whose children were taken bought? Scratcher tickets. God I hate this job."
That's another thing Tom hates. Stracther tickets. He goes on and on about their addictive nature. And when it's pointed out that the government makes them, profits from their sale, and maintains a monopoly... he suddenly draws very quiet.