FT got a call from Mama Wolf today. No "thank you" for taking care of her son this past weekend -- although we didn't expect that anyway. She did relate, like a naughty schoolgirl, how she was playing the system down at the local unemployment office by feigning looking for work so that the agency will pay to have the family car fixed; she has no intention, you see, of actually getting a job, but she makes the rounds of various businesses, has someone sign her paperwork and goes back to the unemployment office with seeming evidence of her having looked for work. After sharing this, she went in for the shakedown: Could she expect that we'd be buying her other two children new school clothes and shoes too?
This woman brings out my inner Scrooge: "Are there no workhouses?" I'd like to introduce her lazy posterior to the joys of manual labor. Grrrrrr.