Homeless Depot
I went by HD earlier this evening to pick up some stuff we need at work. I had just closed my car door when an old, gaunt black man with a scraggly beard knocked on my window and said "Excuse me!" I've been panhandled in this parking lot before, but there was no real way out without running him over, so I opened the door slightly (my keys were still in my pocket so I couldn't simply lower the window).
But it turned out he wanted to know if I was in some Volvo aficionado's club (he indicated his Volvo wagon, onto whose roof he was strapping some 2x8's), and also mentioned some regional club that goes on drives every now and then. He gave me the URLs, we engaged in some light chatter about Volvos and then went our separate ways.
Gooooooood thing I didn't open with "I'm not giving you any money, so go away" which is what my internal monologue had queued up. (I'm not sure if that would have been better or worse than captainparanoid's famous "Get away from me, you retard" story since he was only like 10 or 12 at the time, and the other kid really was retarded.)
But it turned out he wanted to know if I was in some Volvo aficionado's club (he indicated his Volvo wagon, onto whose roof he was strapping some 2x8's), and also mentioned some regional club that goes on drives every now and then. He gave me the URLs, we engaged in some light chatter about Volvos and then went our separate ways.
Gooooooood thing I didn't open with "I'm not giving you any money, so go away" which is what my internal monologue had queued up. (I'm not sure if that would have been better or worse than captainparanoid's famous "Get away from me, you retard" story since he was only like 10 or 12 at the time, and the other kid really was retarded.)