What's this shit with panhandling at the pumps? Holy Christ.
I pulled into the local C-mart/gas station a few weeks ago. The joint was hopping. One guy was going from pump to pump - I could hear the usual refrain "Hey brother, can you help me out? I just need X to Y". This is where X means some sort of cash and Y is getting to some location. I wrote this off as "Whatever".
Last night I stopped to get some of the blood juice and yet fucking again - some guy hitting up everyone there. "Hey brother can you help me out. I don't mean to ask for nuthin'"
This one was pretty good. "I just need to get to my fathers over at 57th and Keystone - can I get a lift?" I looked him square in the eye - "I can't do that."
What the hell? You're asking random strangers for a ride to an address that is arguably a mile away (the station was at the 6200 block - one major street over from Keystone) and expecting someone to give a shit and let you into their car?
Sorry sport - the days of hitchiking went out with bell-bottoms and free love. Paranoid or not, I just don't have a "Please rob and kill me" sign on my back.
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