12-24-2003, 09:23 AM
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12-24-2003, 09:25 AM
you almost made me choke on my pretzel
12-24-2003, 09:30 AM
Choking on a pretzel is very presidential.
12-24-2003, 12:14 PM
normally I just throw my change on the street because I hate carrying loose change. It's heavy, unwieldy, makes noise, irritates my leg, and I'm just generally above the need for carrying change. I normally throw it in the street because if a bum is going to pick it up, he better work for it (plus there's an outside chance they could get hit by a car.
However, this day I said "It's Christmas, I'm going to give that stinky smelly bum on corner of the street next to my office building".
As I stood on the opposite street waiting for the light to change, I could see him. Sitting in his own filth against the mailbox. He had his standard cardboard sign filled with no punctuation except the one comma splice. I warm glow rolled over me as I got closer and I realized how much I would impact his day as I gave him my $.32 and increased his net worth by 5% at a minimum.
I walked up, went to drop the money in his coffee cup, and he growled at me. There was coffee in that cup. I retreated for a bit and looked a hat or a tin or something on the ground to drop the money. But there was none. During the confusion we made eye contact, and it was like looking at dog. There was just nothing behind them. It made me feel ill. Were it not for societal rules, I would have liked to kill him because he just had no appreciation for life or he would have actually done something in his life to prevent where he ended up. And then I hated him more for actually spending minutes of my time thinking about his life and how he got there. Now I regret giving him money. The perfect ending would be that since he's near my office, one day he sees a few quarters in the street that I had previous thrown, and while he lurches for them, he gets hit by a bus.
However, this day I said "It's Christmas, I'm going to give that stinky smelly bum on corner of the street next to my office building".
As I stood on the opposite street waiting for the light to change, I could see him. Sitting in his own filth against the mailbox. He had his standard cardboard sign filled with no punctuation except the one comma splice. I warm glow rolled over me as I got closer and I realized how much I would impact his day as I gave him my $.32 and increased his net worth by 5% at a minimum.
I walked up, went to drop the money in his coffee cup, and he growled at me. There was coffee in that cup. I retreated for a bit and looked a hat or a tin or something on the ground to drop the money. But there was none. During the confusion we made eye contact, and it was like looking at dog. There was just nothing behind them. It made me feel ill. Were it not for societal rules, I would have liked to kill him because he just had no appreciation for life or he would have actually done something in his life to prevent where he ended up. And then I hated him more for actually spending minutes of my time thinking about his life and how he got there. Now I regret giving him money. The perfect ending would be that since he's near my office, one day he sees a few quarters in the street that I had previous thrown, and while he lurches for them, he gets hit by a bus.
12-24-2003, 04:30 PM
you don't even keep the quarters? instead of throwing them away could you please save those and give them to me for my laundry? thanks
12-24-2003, 08:15 PM
I usually carry around 50 cents cause i hate it when i buy something and it comes to like $8.04 and i dont have change. It's like i lose another dollar.
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