I worked as a caterer for parties held for a Fortune 500 Company. Their boss used to INSIST that leftovers from parties be donated to the local women's shelter. Mind you, in one case, these leftovers had sat on a boat dock in the heat for hours. At first, I instructed my staff to sorta hedge the truth: "We will have Chickenmaven come take these ..." Finally, when I was toe-to-toe with the honcho, I asked him if he wanted the leftovers for HIS kids! I told him I was unwilling to feed them to anyone else's children.
I grew up DIRT POOR and it burns me to think that people think that the needy do not deserve good stuff.
I grew up DIRT POOR and it burns me to think that people think that the needy do not deserve good stuff.