The pantry

The church was filled with thousands of old ladies perfume that lingered from room to room. I came in and sat down at the table as a short heavy set woman sat and took my intake, the paper work was a page long and required a drivers license question were simple what is your income, were do you get it, have you been anywhere else and what are your basic needs for the day? after filling out the paper work I followed her to the pantry, the pantry was a room with shelves about the size of a simple bedroom she explained that the church donates the food from individuals that come to the church and I was welcome to help myself to six can and six boxes of food items, I gathered up what I could and headed down the long stairway to the door of the church, and as I was leaving I heard her mumbling to herself god be willing, we’ll feed another one.