Adventures in Ypsilanti!!!
The time: 6isham
The place: outside Abe's Coney Island
The mood: sleepy, hungry.
The cargo: 2 hot coney dogs, waiting to be devoured.
The interloper: a bum.
This kid approached me on my way in, and asked if I'm a smoker.
"Nope" I replied, without breaking my stride.
When I came out, and settled back in my car, he approached the car and tried to tell me a long and drawn out sob story...
I cut him short, asking what it was he needed. Apparently, he was stranded in Ypsi, with a running car, but not enough gas to get back to Hamburg / Whitmore Lake. I did some quick math, and figured he needed about 2 gallons of gas.
He offered his DRIVER'S LICENSE.
I pulled around back of Abe's, to verify that he had a car, and that he could start it...
And gave him $7 for his license. I gave him my work address, and told him he could leave money for me there, and I'd mail him the card.
People, he was born in 1979; that makes him MY AGE. God knows what miraculous combination of skill, luck, smarts, and resourcefulness has prevented me from being in his position. He was probably lying about the story behind how he got stranded, and I don't even care...
I'd just like my $7 back, or I'm selling the license to someone who deals in fake ID's. :)
UPDATE: I met up with the dude on 7-3, and he paid me $8. Behold! Not all of mankind are complete assholes!
The place: outside Abe's Coney Island
The mood: sleepy, hungry.
The cargo: 2 hot coney dogs, waiting to be devoured.
The interloper: a bum.
This kid approached me on my way in, and asked if I'm a smoker.
"Nope" I replied, without breaking my stride.
When I came out, and settled back in my car, he approached the car and tried to tell me a long and drawn out sob story...
I cut him short, asking what it was he needed. Apparently, he was stranded in Ypsi, with a running car, but not enough gas to get back to Hamburg / Whitmore Lake. I did some quick math, and figured he needed about 2 gallons of gas.
He offered his DRIVER'S LICENSE.
I pulled around back of Abe's, to verify that he had a car, and that he could start it...
And gave him $7 for his license. I gave him my work address, and told him he could leave money for me there, and I'd mail him the card.
People, he was born in 1979; that makes him MY AGE. God knows what miraculous combination of skill, luck, smarts, and resourcefulness has prevented me from being in his position. He was probably lying about the story behind how he got stranded, and I don't even care...
I'd just like my $7 back, or I'm selling the license to someone who deals in fake ID's. :)
UPDATE: I met up with the dude on 7-3, and he paid me $8. Behold! Not all of mankind are complete assholes!