" Trying to get on welfare is like trying to get Rolling Stones tickets in the 1970s—you have to camp out in front of the entrance long before the ticket window opens. You go there, you take a number, then you sit all day long while people scream and yell all around you. If you have kids, you have to bring their lunches and you have to be careful about when you take them to the bathroom, because you might miss your call. “It’s worst in the afternoon,” says Anna Alvarez, a twenty-one-year-old with a newborn baby who applied for benefits with her husband, Diego. “The kids get hungry and they start screaming and acting out. "

― Matt Taibbi , The Divide: American Injustice in the Age of the Wealth Gap