Dear John Doe
Tonight, I was in the drive-thru lane of a fast food joint. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a homeless-looking type of person shambling over to my car. Here we go, I sigh to myself.
"Miss. MISS!" he intones. At first, I ignore him, but he starts TAPPING on my WINDOW. I roll it down half an inch. The gentleman asks me for 50 cents, so he can make a phone call. Despite my better judgment, I check my car's change holder. Nothing is there, and I never carry cash on me, just debit and credit cards. I inform him of this.
"You don't have 50 cents," he says incredulously. I reiterate what I had just told him. He glares at me and walks away.
Sir, YOU are the one walking up to the car of a complete stranger and harassing her for change, then giving her a hard time when she finds herself in the same situation as you (changeless). I am not the asshole in this situation.
This is why I do not like going out after dark.
Although, I wonder how well this little trick will work in the Wal-Mart parking lot in Midland. I envision three scenarios:
1. I make a killing in quarters and have enough money to do my laundry for two months (SUCCESS);
2. People hand me their cellphones and say, "Here, use this to make a call." (FAIL);
3. The rent-a-cops are informed of what I am doing and I get kicked off the premises, or have the actual cops called on me, depending on how bitchy people are feeling that night. (FAIL... but interesting story to tell my grandkids).
Knowing Midland like I do, I'm banking (ha!) on 2 or 3.
"Miss. MISS!" he intones. At first, I ignore him, but he starts TAPPING on my WINDOW. I roll it down half an inch. The gentleman asks me for 50 cents, so he can make a phone call. Despite my better judgment, I check my car's change holder. Nothing is there, and I never carry cash on me, just debit and credit cards. I inform him of this.
"You don't have 50 cents," he says incredulously. I reiterate what I had just told him. He glares at me and walks away.
Sir, YOU are the one walking up to the car of a complete stranger and harassing her for change, then giving her a hard time when she finds herself in the same situation as you (changeless). I am not the asshole in this situation.
This is why I do not like going out after dark.
Although, I wonder how well this little trick will work in the Wal-Mart parking lot in Midland. I envision three scenarios:
1. I make a killing in quarters and have enough money to do my laundry for two months (SUCCESS);
2. People hand me their cellphones and say, "Here, use this to make a call." (FAIL);
3. The rent-a-cops are informed of what I am doing and I get kicked off the premises, or have the actual cops called on me, depending on how bitchy people are feeling that night. (FAIL... but interesting story to tell my grandkids).
Knowing Midland like I do, I'm banking (ha!) on 2 or 3.