A new church was added to the PADS Interim Housing sites, this year. It’s a nice place, non-denominational, all on one level (no flights of stairs to the bathrooms, thank goodness...) We sleep in the gym area, which has a softer-than-tile floor…
The volunteers are nice and welcoming, and they sit with us sometimes and talk. I like the site. The food isn’t gourmet or anything super-special, but it’s tasty, and the volunteers listen — they are really trying to be aware about pork. For example, there are about 3 Muslims who can’t eat pork, and if you add that bacon to the green beans and serve that with hot dogs and Pork n Beans… well, that’s kind of a problem!
Most of the Muslims don’t make an issue over the pork — they just say, “No Thank you,” or, “I can’t have that, but thanks...” and then they will ask for extra of something they can have.
But there are others… others, who live by the word, “Entitled.” These are the people who say they cannot be lottoed out, because they have health issues. (Fuck off, who doesn’t?) They are the people who whine all day and into the evening meal, because breakfast was cold. (That happens about every other or third week.)
But recently, I decided I’d heard it all. Yeah, everyone sighs a bit over the incessant pasta (mostly, pasta with tomato sauce), but this was different: The person was complaining about mixed vegetables.
HEY, you do not complain about mixed vegetables, without “Peas and Carrots” you lose the Forrest Gump line, “Jenny and me were like peas and carrots.”
Nope… this person was complaining about beans and beans. Green beans and yellow? String beans and lima? Kidney beans and butter?
mmmmmmmm…. no. The volunteers at that new church had (apparently) mixed fresh beans with frozen beans, and fresh corn with frozen corn.
Anyone who can spend multiple dinners and free-times complaining about mixing green beans with green beans should be used as the poster child of entitlement. It’s this kind of person who makes me put on my headphones and try to focus on a book or downloaded movie, rather than listen to the dreck.
One good thing: Last night was the night that the new site was open, and entitled lady chose to drive to the far north site, rather than risk another dinner with beans, and beans.