That's 17 different kinds of effed up.
So, on weekends I work at a Supermarket Deli, I've probably mentioned it before. Once in awhile, particularly on Holiday weekends, like the 4th of July weekend, they'll ask me to go up on register and be a cashier for a couple hours while some people go on lunch breaks, 'cause I used to be a cashier way back when.
Now, there's this homeless guy that comes into the store. I've seen him there before. Dude smells like a sack of shit, and always pays in smelly crumpled up dollar bills. I don't mind. I grin an' bear it, I'm sure there's a story behind his plight, whatever.
Well, because I'm on register I'm able to watch the guy go outside and into the parking lot, and what do I see?
Dude gets into a late model Mercedes Benz!
So I start asking about the guy from the Cashier's, who see him regularly. I find out he's not homeless at all. He's a former Latin Teacher that just went nuts. Dude's got a big house, collects a pension. But he begs for money along the boardwalk anyway and just refuses to take a bath.
Now, I kinda feel bad for him, being crazy an' all but still... begging for money from strangers when you're driving a frickin' Mercedes?
That's 17 different kinds of effed up.
I wish I was that brand of crazy.
Be My Friend?
Wtf!
You should dress up like a homeless person and break into his car and start living inside of it
I've similar situations here...usually "Indians" from the interior of mexico begging for money that at the end of the day get into their giant ass pick up truck and drive away
it's aggravating
We had a guy similar to this in the town I grew up in. He had some type of head injury that made him mental, but his family was pretty well off. He lived with them, but would wonder out for days at a time and live on the streets before they managed to locate him and bring him home again.
There's a woman in toronto named "the shakey lady" that does that shit, she's got a nice condo and everything.
That's why the only thing homeless people will get from me is a kick in the pants!
I met one of those (I forget the term they use.) people that refuse to take part in a consumer society. Perfectly healthy people that choose to live entirely on what they find in the streets. They get everything out of trash cans. It's weird. I see this woman everyday on my way to work. Seems like there are a bunch of them.
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