I was at a discount grocery store with my children. I was wearing a flannel shirt that had a couple of holes and some tears in it. From the front pocket, a crumpled piece of paper and a baby sock were protruding. To top it off, I had misbuttoned the shirt. A woman came up to me and said,
“There’s a place down the street that offers free meals to qualifying families.”
Becky, mother of 4
Disclaimer: I want it to be known that I have since cleaned up my act. In fact, I now make a point to put on a skirt and nylons just to pump gas at the gas station!