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Sean and I just tried to get disaster relief from the Red Cross for our lost wages due to the flood. Sean called FEMA and they said we had to talk with the Red Cross, so we went to the Red Cross and a guy with water told us that we had to wait in a line inside the mall and that they'd take care of us there.
So we get in the line, which was us and a guy on his cell phone who was fighting with his girlfriend on the phone and dropped some real truth, like "I already got past this. I was already above this and now I'm just getting pulled back down." The worst part about this phone conversation was when he finally told his girlfriend that he loved her or whatever, he didn't say it in a stupid way like "I love you" but he said it like "You're acting a damned fool and I'm just trying to get out of this and help us and make things better for us both, not just me, you're selfish and I just want to help us both." He had a great speech and then at the very end of it he goes "Oh shit did you hang up?" Then he looked at his phone and she'd hung up a long time ago and missed his great speech. Fucking bitch.
We got there at 11 and the place didn't start relieving disaster until 12, and when we got in there everyone talked and treated you like you'd been raped, speaking in soft voices and asking how you were and kind of putting their hand on your back like you were on the verge of collapse. We filled out the sheets and then the guy told us he couldn't help us. But he didn't just tell us, he kind of said it like he was accusing us somehow. I don't know how to explain it better than that, but imagine a fat older dude making it seem like you're trying to rip of the Red Cross and in doing so stabbing all the people who've been sleeping in a middle school in the back by trying to steal their money/granola bars. Which we kind of were, but not really, we didn't want housing or granola bars, we just wanted lost wages, because I'm out a few hundred bucks from this fucking flood and I just want to score free groceries. KEEP YOUR FUCKING GRANOLA BARS ASSHOLE.
So we get in the line, which was us and a guy on his cell phone who was fighting with his girlfriend on the phone and dropped some real truth, like "I already got past this. I was already above this and now I'm just getting pulled back down." The worst part about this phone conversation was when he finally told his girlfriend that he loved her or whatever, he didn't say it in a stupid way like "I love you" but he said it like "You're acting a damned fool and I'm just trying to get out of this and help us and make things better for us both, not just me, you're selfish and I just want to help us both." He had a great speech and then at the very end of it he goes "Oh shit did you hang up?" Then he looked at his phone and she'd hung up a long time ago and missed his great speech. Fucking bitch.
We got there at 11 and the place didn't start relieving disaster until 12, and when we got in there everyone talked and treated you like you'd been raped, speaking in soft voices and asking how you were and kind of putting their hand on your back like you were on the verge of collapse. We filled out the sheets and then the guy told us he couldn't help us. But he didn't just tell us, he kind of said it like he was accusing us somehow. I don't know how to explain it better than that, but imagine a fat older dude making it seem like you're trying to rip of the Red Cross and in doing so stabbing all the people who've been sleeping in a middle school in the back by trying to steal their money/granola bars. Which we kind of were, but not really, we didn't want housing or granola bars, we just wanted lost wages, because I'm out a few hundred bucks from this fucking flood and I just want to score free groceries. KEEP YOUR FUCKING GRANOLA BARS ASSHOLE.