my rant....

[knkali]

OK I was hungry....very hungry. I just happened past my favorite taco truck. I buy a couple tacos. Just as I am settling into the first one while standing in the parking lot, a young guy approaches me asking for change. Guys, this guy was such a mess( clothes in tatters that almost are not considered clothes much less cover him), that the first words out of my mouth were "Jesus Christ". So rather than do the change thing, I asked him if he wanted my other taco. The reply I received was a little odd. I would expect a "thank you" or "yes" or "oh I am so hungry." Instead, I got ..." I hope it isn't spicy". W...T....F....!!!


rant over

[b4uqzme]

Was it? :rolleyes:

[knkali]

ha ha...it was just right. Right amount of onions cilantro and salsa. I know b/c I put the fixins on it.:o

[b4uqzme]

Reminds me of a story from way out on left field. I was at the New Orleans Jazz Festival buying a sandwich from a nice little old vendor lady. "Put some of this on there." she says handing me a bottle of some sort of sauce. "Is it spicy?" I ask. Her reply still makes me chuckle. "It's excitin'!"

[JohnR]

You don't panhandle at a Mexican food truck if you don't want Mexican food.

[CJB]

http://americacomesalive.com/i/Taco-Bell-dog-1.jpg

[knkali]

I remember when Taco Bell wasn't nation wide.

[Ronni3_J]

I would have thrown it at him...in my mind and said actually it's really spicy

[nmkahrshooter]

Beggars should not be so fussy. I would have walked away if he said that to me.

[berettabone]

I hope he shits his pants, and it burns his a hole........................most of them need crack or booze money...............they look at you funny when you offer food.

[downtownv]

I would have asked him to bend over for me to shove it up his arse, he won't have any burning mouth sensation that way....

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[knkali]

Poor Kermit!(sp)

Yeah I agree. I just said you are welcome and got in my truck. I also gave a thank you to the man above for blessing me and my family.

[jeepster09]

Ole' Kermy looks like he has had it a few times....

[CJB]

Its pretty easy to tell the folks in real trouble, from the folks who are just beggars.

Persons in real trouble are usually apologetic, contrite, darn near apologetic. They don't try to cajole or whine. They express thanks, even if you didn't help them, and are usually a bit remorseful for having taken your time.

Dirtbag beggars just give you their line, and you take it or leave it.

To wit: One night, I thought I'd have to defend myself after a dirtbag asked me for fifty cents for "bus fare" at a gas station. The bus is a buck and a half, and doesn't stop at the gas station, or anywhere close to it.

Him: Do you have fifty cents? I need bus fare.
Me: Yah, I have fifty cents but not for you loser!
Him: Hey don't call me a loser, I just want fifty cents!
Me: So what do you call someone beggin for fifty cents....loser?

I was putting fuel in my Ford Ranger... so I was sort of a captive target. He came at me, and lo.... the men in dark green and black (city special ops officers) came in for fuel at the next pump. The loser split. Thing is... I still see that guy, two years later, beggin at the gas pumps!

OTOH, I have changed so many tires for people I cannot recall how many. I actually carry a 24 inch breaker bar and four different deep impact sockets and... a set of mag wheel security sockets.... and plugs, and pliers and an Xacto knife... behind the seat... because it happens so often! Back in April, I tried to change the tire for a lady and her teenage daughter. Her mini spare was flat too. Her tire was shot... victim of under inflation disaster. I knew the area, told her to wait, ran her mini down to the autoparts, put a can of fix-o-flat in it, got it up to pressure at the gas station next to the auto parts, ran down the interstate a whole exit so I could turn around and head back up to her just before the exit on the other side. I showed her the receipt for the fix-o-flat. She asked me for my address, I gave it (my work address actually, cant be too safe) and she mailed me a twenty five dollar check and a note from her hubby thankin' me. Guys, I stop for bikers, for folks outta gas, folks obviously walking for help. They're always polite, thankful to the max, want to return the favor. I gave a lady a ride from Daytona to Wellington once, her truck was fubar. She knew it. She was coming home from Daytona Bike Mechanic school and was stuck at a rest stop. Never hurts to be good to folks on the road, maybe it might be ME some day needing real help (again).

[knkali]

Its pretty easy to tell the folks in real trouble, from the folks who are just beggars.

Persons in real trouble are usually apologetic, contrite, darn near apologetic. They don't try to cajole or whine. They express thanks, even if you didn't help them, and are usually a bit remorseful for having taken your time.

Dirtbag beggars just give you their line, and you take it or leave it.

To wit: One night, I thought I'd have to defend myself after a dirtbag asked me for fifty cents for "bus fare" at a gas station. The bus is a buck and a half, and doesn't stop at the gas station, or anywhere close to it.

Him: Do you have fifty cents? I need bus fare.
Me: Yah, I have fifty cents but not for you loser!
Him: Hey don't call me a loser, I just want fifty cents!
Me: So what do you call someone beggin for fifty cents....loser?

I was putting fuel in my Ford Ranger... so I was sort of a captive target. He came at me, and lo.... the men in dark green and black (city special ops officers) came in for fuel at the next pump. The loser split. Thing is... I still see that guy, two years later, beggin at the gas pumps!

OTOH, I have changed so many tires for people I cannot recall how many. I actually carry a 24 inch breaker bar and four different deep impact sockets and... a set of mag wheel security sockets.... and plugs, and pliers and an Xacto knife... behind the seat... because it happens so often! Back in April, I tried to change the tire for a lady and her teenage daughter. Her mini spare was flat too. Her tire was shot... victim of under inflation disaster. I knew the area, told her to wait, ran her mini down to the autoparts, put a can of fix-o-flat in it, got it up to pressure at the gas station next to the auto parts, ran down the interstate a whole exit so I could turn around and head back up to her just before the exit on the other side. I showed her the receipt for the fix-o-flat. She asked me for my address, I gave it (my work address actually, cant be too safe) and she mailed me a twenty five dollar check and a note from her hubby thankin' me. Guys, I stop for bikers, for folks outta gas, folks obviously walking for help. They're always polite, thankful to the max, want to return the favor. I gave a lady a ride from Daytona to Wellington once, her truck was fubar. She knew it. She was coming home from Daytona Bike Mechanic school and was stuck at a rest stop. Never hurts to be good to folks on the road, maybe it might be ME some day needing real help (again).

You are a good guy. PLEASE be careful. I know a woman who became a widow b/c her husband tried to help a kid on the side of the road and was stabbed to death.

Side note. Had a scumbag at a service station who was panhandling actually try to get in my car on the drivers side while I was in the seat! I couldn't get to my gun but my knife (karambit) https://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images;_ylt=AwrTHRkEdV9XbA8AEQRXNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTBy NWU4cGh1BGNvbG8DZ3ExBHBvcwMxBHZ0aWQDBHNlYwNzYw--?p=Karambit&fr=yfp-t was deployable. Just as I was ready to rip him open, he saw it and jumped out.

[CJB]

Oh, I'm careful. You see a busted down car, and 1000 feet up is Mr Businessman walking top the exit he thinks is closer. Stop. You see some stranger carryin' a backpack, wearing filthy clothes. Don't stop. Connecting the dots to common sense, ya know? Mom with her kid... she asked me why I bothered to stop and help her. I told her that I knew she wasn't gonna get that tired changed by herself. And dang, that was before we found out the flat was all wacky too. Made her promise me - get off at the exit - don't go over 40mph on that disaster of a mini, get down to wally world (close) with the tire center, and get a new tire on that thing, THEN... you can drive home and make it. And, have'm check the air in the other three disasters in waiting. How a man could let his wife and kid out in a car that had four under inflated tires... beats me.

Back to the beggars, they're all the same. Somethin' for nuthin'. Have pity on me. Poor me. Some might even have real limps, dunno.

I've had an idea to get my gloves on, drive a nail into a broomstick, wear some jeans n RedWing boots, and go down to the local homeless beggin' corner and pick up all the crap they leave, and ... and... MY sign will say that I'm not homeless, I work for a livin', but would appreciate a donation for cleanin' up all this mess - and have the bags full of refuse (and a clean spot) to prove it! I wonder if folks would reward work as well as they reward "makes me feel good to give", which is what the beggars get.

[knkali]

My dad would give out his card and say to these guys that if they show up the next day, they would have a job. Guess how many showed up?

[downtownv]

In all my travels, that part of florida was one of the few places where my hand was on the my pistol ready to draw! I-4 between Daytona and Orlando at the gas station. I felt the Rastas closing in as I filled 'er up. The bs about needing $2 bucks for gas, bus etc.
Th more I told them I don't use Cash, the more they wanted to ramp up their crapp.
A final GTFO as my hand was ready, disarmed the threat.
Back into the bush they slithered and waited for the next sucker....