Picture this, if you will -- I'm in my hometown, making one final pit stop at the Minute Market before hitting the road. I needed some caffeine and some water, as I forgot to juice up before I left.

As I'm walking to the register, water in hand, I see a very poorly handmade sign posted on a cooler door. I step closer and softly read it outloud: "ENERGY DRINKS CAN NOW BE PURCHASED WITH FOOD STAMPS."

I took a step back. I was stunned. Really? Red Bull with foodstamps? Guh.

I neglected to bring my camera with me, so I attempted to take a photo with my (stupid motherfucking) phone. As I gingerly positioned the frame, about to snap the picture, the disheveled, crotchety lady behind the counter yells something at me.

"What are you doing?" she inquires.

"Oh, I just think it's crazy that you can buy energy drinks with food stamps" I replied.

After a long pause, and giving me some serious stinkeye, she says:"People on food stamps get tired too."