Hey you, the one with the “need money for food” sign at the end of the grocery store parking lot. Yeah, you know the one I mean… the guy bundled up in 14 parkas no matter how hot it is, scruffy-faced with a cardboard sign begging for even just $1.00 for you and your dog…
I didn’t want to give you cash because I need my cash, and also I know about people that do this as their “job” and make more money than you’d think in one day.
You, sir, are one of them. I offered you a box of my beautiful, lucious-red strawberries and you declined. “Maybe just 2 or 3, I don’t think we’d finish it before it goes bad.”
Really? You and your dog are starving and you don’t think you can down a box of strawberries in two days? Because I’m pretty well ready for lunch and I just ate 2/3 of a 1 lb. box myself….
Guess you’ll just have to score your booze/meth from some other sucker then. Toodles!