Why do I fall for this kind of shit!

Discussion in 'Off-Topic Discussions' started by Abner, Jul 11, 2017.

  1. Abner

    Abner Well-Known Member

    So I am getting out of my car at the Circle K, and there is this guy sitting on the curb. He said a bunch of weird shit to me, and I just nodded my head. He then asked me for change, so i gave him a buck in change after I told him I don't carry cash and only use credit cards. He then said, "Oh, you use credit cards? I said, yeah. He then said "can you buy me a monster energy drink? I said, "Ah, ok". He then wanted to pick out a large Modelo Negro beer, and I said, "I don't think so".

    Anyway, I bought him the Monster drink, and of course he picks out the largest one. I bet his schitzo act was fake now that I think about it. I had some sympathy for him because I have some mental health issues of my own, which is clinical depression.

    Why do I attract all the homeless people! Geez Just like my dad, tough but to soft hearted. If I see him again, I am just going to say "Sorry, I can't help you".

    Ay dios mio! What a pendejo I am. If he was truly homeless, he would have asked for a sandwich. :(
  2. Gabe F.

    Gabe F. Active Member

    If it makes you feel any better, the same thing happened to me in Cape Town just a couple of months ago. I'd never been there and on my first night exploring the town some kid comes running up to me asking me if I can buy him something to eat.

    We were right next to a market (how convenient) so we go in and the kid tried to grab the largest beverage and the biggest box of corn flakes I've ever seen. I handed him a small box of biscuits and told him to grab the small drink.

    I already felt like I was being played, but it was confirmed by two things: 1) The cashier at the market was looking at me like "Ha! You dumbass!" 2) The kid got out of the store so fast I'm surprised he didn't leave a smoke trail. I peeked down the street, but have no idea where he went. For all I know he ran through the backdoor and put those items back on the shelf.

    Stuff like that happened the ENTIRE time I was in Cape Town, but I never said yes again.
  3. Abner

    Abner Well-Known Member

    Well, thank you Gabe. At 51 yo i have had enough. I went back to the same store, and the son a bitch seemed suddenly lucid. No more schtizo traits. He recognized me from before, and didn't even try to hide with with weird shit. I told him "You are not schtizo hah", and he said no. He said no "I have OCD". Son of a bitch! I told the store employee, who said he was going to call the cops for vagrancy.

    That's it, I give up. Oh, one good thing. I flipped him off and told him to get a job! Arsehole.
  4. decimon

    decimon Well-Known Member

    "Why do I fall for this kind of shit!"

    It's your kind of shit. Were it not your kind of shit then you'd not fall for it.

    But look at the bright side, Abner. There are innumerable kinds of shit you're not falling for. So pat yourself on the backside and face the world with pride, Abner.
  5. perrymk

    perrymk Member

    I once bought a guy a cup of coffee at a convenience store. He stayed as I walked out and I noticed he got a refund for the cup of coffee. A new (to me) ploy to get spare change.

    I now keep sack lunches in my car. If someone has a 'hungry please help' sign or asks for anything, they get a sack lunch. Everyone says thank you, some seem to really appreciate it.

    Then I read in the paper how kids will get lunch at school regardless of payment so some people who can afford to pay send their kids to school with no lunch money. The school is aware they are being played by some and accepts that's the price of helping the truly needy.

    I guess the moral is that if one is going to help people, one is going to get taken advantage of. Whether its a free school lunch or a homeless person. I choose to accept it and know that occasionally a person really is down on their luck and appreciates the help.
  6. SteveFoerster

    SteveFoerster Resident Gadfly Staff Member

    Behold the power of "No!"
  7. Abner

    Abner Well-Known Member

    That brings a smile to my face. An old time friend and prominent poster read this, and he reminded me about this song:


    He sent me a message to remind of certain things I guess you could say. Thanks Dr. X
  8. decimon

    decimon Well-Known Member

    Spend big on college, come out confused? Does that describe the people of this form? ;-)

    BTW, can you spare a dime?
  9. Abner

    Abner Well-Known Member

    He he! Or as they say in England, can you spare some cutter me brotha (brother).
  10. expat_eric

    expat_eric New Member

    I travel extensively around Asia and street people are a fact of life. I can ignore the adults just fine however I have a soft spot for the kids. One time in India a got caught by a couple kids walking into a McDonald's in Mumbai. They were very malnourished looking so I decided I would buy them a couple happy meals. Before I knew it there were 20 or 30 kids all expecting the same. It ended up costing me a hundred bucks but I thought it was a good way to spend some money.
  11. jhp

    jhp Member

    Because you have a moral compass.
  12. Johann

    Johann Well-Known Member

    Indeed, Abner does. I'm sure of it. He's one of the good guys. Not like me.

    I think some bad guy stole my moral compass years ago, so I've lumped along without one for a long time. My sons once offered to install moral GPS on my phone instead, but I declined. I'm not much of a person, but life is more convenient without it.

  13. b4cz28

    b4cz28 Active Member

    This happens to us all. I gave a guy who said he was starving by a sandwich shop some money he walks as we pull off but we stop for some reason and he walks out of the eatery straight to the liquor shoppe. I told my wife, the one darn time I give money to someone they do that. A week later I am doing the same thing.
  14. Abner

    Abner Well-Known Member

    That sounds like something that would happen to me. :smile: I always buy chicklets gum from the kids in Tijuana. I come home with pockets full of the damn things. At least they are tasty though.

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