In my life I've pulled some stunts here and there along the way, but never before have I ever had a stunt (almost) pulled on me, like the one today.
I got to dialysis three times a week and on dialysis days, I stop at Jack in the Box for breakfast. It's cheap, it's hot, it's easy.
Now for the last few weeks, my dad's car has been making an odd sound and has to do with a fan belt or something. I don't know anything about cars just it should go vroom when started. Anyway, as we pulled up, I noticed a bum on the side of the road. Jack in the Box is right near the freeway and there's always at least one transient panhandling and begging, etc.
Daddy hadn't even shut the car off before the guy was at his window claiming he could fix the car with something, I don't even know....
As he bothered my dad, I got out to go on in the building and order my breakfast.
My dad blew the horn.
As I walked back, the bum came and said that MY DADDY told him I would buy him something to eat.
So, I'm looking at my dad like he's gone ape-shit crazy. I was broke with less than 20 dollars on my person and I had to feed not only me, but Daddy that morning. I was like, what the hell is my Daddy talking about?
And as I'm trying to get to the car, the bum is pointing out some meal that was like 5 or 6 dollars advertised on the windows of the place.
At the same time my dad is trying to flag at me.
I mean it was ridiculous, but I WAS going to go try to buy this bum something to eat.
As I turned, one of the workers came running out, and were threatening to call the police on the bum if he didn't go away.
The bum was doing his very damndest to get me to bring him food--I COULD NOT AFFORD!--and said he'd be across at the McDonald's.
With him finally shooed away, I went to go tear my Daddy a new butt and yell about what he was thinking about.
That's when I found out I almost got played.
Daddy said he told that bum he didn't have any money--which he didn't--and then the fucking bum came and LIED and said my Daddy had told him I'd buy the food.
I didn't see the bum any more once he got shooed, but I have seen him around there multiple times and if I see him again, LORD HELP HIM.
I try to be a good kind giving person. That's what I've been taught--to be sympathetic to the less fortunate.
But this bum just fucked it up for the entire homeless population, because I will only donate to a charity organization, not the single folks.
They can get my donations; no one else!
That doesn't make any goddamned sense. Tiffeny comes first, and I'm not gonna starve myself for someone that's not even my flesh and blood. I'd go hungry to feed my Daddy, he's my Daddy, but not some bum! Get a job. It's so fucking cliché. It really is.
It just makes me hot and angry and I literally want to run his happy ass over the next time I see him. It's already hard enough to make a dollar stretch in this damn economy--2016 needs to get here--and then with some fool trying to bilk me out of a dollar.
It really makes no sense.
I'm not giving a handout ever again. Sorry. Blame the bum by I-H 10 for that.
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