It took 40 minutes in line at the post office so when i came out and noticed i didnt take my GPS off the windshield OR lock my door, i thought i’d offer a “thanks for not jacking my shit you’ve been staring at for 40mins” reward to the raggedy bum with a beg-sign sitting next to the P.O. entrance.
I tell him i’m going to In&Out across the street and ask what he would like… the douche replies: “money”. I gave him a second chance and he reiterated his “money only” policy… Classy. I guess cheeseburgers don’t buy crack nowadays. what IS this world coming to?
In & Out aint McDonalds, neither, mind you… taint no dollar menu at an In & Out and they don’t get hamburgers and fries and milkshake powder delivered to them – they get meat and potatoes and cream delivered and they MAKE that shit in the kitchen. i was bout to plop 6 bucks on that dude. but ye cant snort chocolate, cant shoot up no fries and cant smoke a burger. real talk, yo. real talk.
(pictured above: not the bum i encountered. but similar)
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