Thought I might share this video.
Similar conversations are happening all the time among my co-workers/friends and I.
Similar conversations are happening all the time among my co-workers/friends and I.
So that's pretty much exactly what I would expect the lines to be like. Must be quite the change between your childhood and present state (assuming). Most of us only read about this stuff.ah, ration lines. good times. [NOT]
grew up in india and my family was considered 'below poverty line'.
[my dad made 30 US $ a month]
so government gave us a 'Ration ID Card'.
we used it to buy basic ration supplies at government subsidized and managed store,
5 kilos per head per family. so our family was eligible for 25 kilos of rice for month. it was not enough. we were short of 10 kilos per month.
2 bucks for 1 kilo of rice.
but that additional 10 kilos of rice we had to buy at a price of 20 bucks per kilo in regular market.
another thing with government subsized food, it is of poor quality, sometimes my mom spend like 20 minutes cleaning that rice of sand, and worms.
[same goes with other groceries, we were always short]
we ended up eating 2 meals a day and always broke.
a cookie was special day for us [once a month]
meat was once or twice a month [on average].
there are always fights that broke out at ration lines. people can get vicious. as a teenager, had to rough my way through those crowds to get food supplies.
i cant imagine that happening here. or will it?
So that's pretty much exactly what I would expect the lines to be like. Must be quite the change between your childhood and present state (assuming). Most of us only read about this stuff.
My parents would tell me stories about gas shortages in the 70s. Long lines and certain days you could even buy gas.
Odd & even days based on last digit on your license plate.
I can remember when suburban moms were beating the crap out of each other to get their hands on a Cabbage Patch Kid.
I remember when a WalMart employee was trampled to death opening the door for a Black Friday sale.
Imagine how hungry people will act for food.
that's why I had 2 cars with different platesOdd & even days based on last digit on your license plate.
When I was young my parents were missionaries in Zaire (now Democratic Republic of the Congo).ah, ration lines. good times. [NOT]
grew up in india and my family was considered 'below poverty line'.
[my dad made 30 US $ a month]
so government gave us a 'Ration ID Card'.
we used it to buy basic ration supplies at government subsidized and managed store,
5 kilos per head per family. so our family was eligible for 25 kilos of rice for month. it was not enough. we were short of 10 kilos per month.
2 bucks for 1 kilo of rice.
but that additional 10 kilos of rice we had to buy at a price of 20 bucks per kilo in regular market.
another thing with government subsized food, it is of poor quality, sometimes my mom spend like 20 minutes cleaning that rice of sand, and worms.
[same goes with other groceries, we were always short]
we ended up eating 2 meals a day and always broke.
a cookie was special day for us [once a month]
meat was once or twice a month [on average].
there are always fights that broke out at ration lines. people can get vicious. as a teenager, had to rough my way through those crowds to get food supplies.
i cant imagine that happening here. or will it?
My parents would tell me stories about gas shortages in the 70s. Long lines and certain days you could even buy gas.
And a long ass line of often pissed of people. I remember keeping my pops company in his old pinto on gas day. It was a blastOdd & even days based on last digit on your license plate.
My parents would tell me stories about gas shortages in the 70s. Long lines and certain days you could even buy gas.