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Originally Posted by Bytor Peltor
I'll give it a shot:
I stop at a gas station about 3:15 AM Monday morning to pick up a Houston Chronicle. When I pulled up, I see some homeless looking guy over on the grass messing with a bicycle. Messing meaning working on / repairing and not trying to steal. I come out from getting my paper and he is on the bike and right up next to my drivers side truck door. I say excuse me as I go to get in my truck and he responds: "can you give me some money so I can buy batteries for my flashlight." My first instinct is to laugh, but I get in my truck and drive away.
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I had a nice young man attempt to sell me a lunchbox-sized 'panic button' whilst attempting to fill up in south Dallas (Oak Cliff to be exact).
I looked him in the eyes and quite calmly explained, "panic buttons are for the weak", and that "the can of mace I am holding should put someone down long enough for me to finish the job". He left post haste.
I know a jack move when I see one, and he picked the wrong person to attempt to pawn his broken 1980's shit on.