Last night as I was filling up my tank I was accosted by a gibbon most foul. A decade or two ago a denizen down on his luck would simply pester for a quarter or a dollar, nowadays they're vying for a grand slam breakfast at IHOP. With gnats riding a wave of halitosis with Gidget like dexterity this pancoon asks me for several gallons of octane to get his pedo van back on the road. I kindly make the outdated man-oxen wait as I fill up my tank, check the wallet for some ones and hand him enough pelf to purchase some gumbo. I then witness the "gent" (term used loosely) drive his shag in wagon across the street to a neighboring gas station to pull the same shtick. At this juncture, a decent looking lass in a BMW pulls up and begins to question me on what just transpired between myself and the dole riding lout. She goes on to say that this individual had accosted her two days prior as she drove off the freeway on account of a flattened tire. She feared for her safety as this mischievous miscreant ill delivered come hither in to the mist advances while his pedomobile idled in the shadows of a nearby alley.
I'm supposed to feel guilt for these tax burdens? This was the final affront to my generosity which has been bemired half a dozen times over throughout the years by swindlers too lazy to pick up a shovel and dig a ditch for their daily bread. I vowed not to donate one half penny to any transient (charred or ashen) as of that moment hence. Low and behold I was accosted yet again by another chimpandlezee this morning at a drive-thru window as I was grabbing some morning vittles. I sat stalwart with $400 in my wallet and not a penny to spare for a palm so pale. This "man" (term used very loosely) in particular was an amputee with only one palm to extend, yet my heart bled not a drop, although my T-Cells doubled in production to ward off any maladies I may have been at risk of due to the proximity.
(More stories of ingratitude to be told at a later hour)
I'm supposed to feel guilt for these tax burdens? This was the final affront to my generosity which has been bemired half a dozen times over throughout the years by swindlers too lazy to pick up a shovel and dig a ditch for their daily bread. I vowed not to donate one half penny to any transient (charred or ashen) as of that moment hence. Low and behold I was accosted yet again by another chimpandlezee this morning at a drive-thru window as I was grabbing some morning vittles. I sat stalwart with $400 in my wallet and not a penny to spare for a palm so pale. This "man" (term used very loosely) in particular was an amputee with only one palm to extend, yet my heart bled not a drop, although my T-Cells doubled in production to ward off any maladies I may have been at risk of due to the proximity.
(More stories of ingratitude to be told at a later hour)