Moochers one and all. We have them on practically every major intersection here in N. Central AZ. Tis the season, not too hot, not to cold. It is just right for panhandlers. Everyone has a sad sob story and just need a little help, They sport thier latest tatoo or a Che Gueverra, MAO, I'm with Hitlery or Vote for Uncle B.S. tee-shirt, and can't/won't do any kind of manual labor to earn a few bucks. Please don't feed the bears!
Can't go without thier cell-phone and smokes either. If you are friggin homeless how do you have a cell phone account. Is it a burner and you buy minutes at the local 7-11 for some astronomical price. I don't get it. They hear about the powerball lotto being a billion $$ and they rush out to stand in a long line to buy thier dreams with the last of thier monies. Wow, I reckon that is freedom of some sorts. God bless them.
Mr Long - in ABQ, panhandlers have to have a license to panhandle. It must be displayed on their person like a security badge. That means they had to have the money to get it processed. (Where'd that come from?) Anyway, the TTP I use to swap away the panhandler-flies is to wait until one asks me for "something". I look at them with my "remorse and pity face" and tell them, as I'm pointing to some other panhandler #2, "Oh, geez, I wish I could help, but I gave the last of my cash to that guy when he asked." Panhandler #1 gets a case of the ass and quickly heels-and-toes it over to #2 to chew his ass for "workin' my corner". By the time they get into figuring out who's who in Whoville, I'm leaving.
Or, offer to buy them a meal and eat with them. That's a buzz-kill.
Or, the "veteran panhandler" - I ask to see their DD214 / Honorable Discharge. Can't produce it? No tickee - no washee.
I know - I'm going to hell (but all my friends will be there).
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LOL - dats RACCCIISSSSS
but I still laughed :)
What have you got against apes insulting them like that?
:)
Moochers one and all. We have them on practically every major intersection here in N. Central AZ. Tis the season, not too hot, not to cold. It is just right for panhandlers. Everyone has a sad sob story and just need a little help, They sport thier latest tatoo or a Che Gueverra, MAO, I'm with Hitlery or Vote for Uncle B.S. tee-shirt, and can't/won't do any kind of manual labor to earn a few bucks. Please don't feed the bears!
Always money for the necessities... new tats, political tee shirts, etc... ;)
Can't go without thier cell-phone and smokes either. If you are friggin homeless how do you have a cell phone account. Is it a burner and you buy minutes at the local 7-11 for some astronomical price. I don't get it. They hear about the powerball lotto being a billion $$ and they rush out to stand in a long line to buy thier dreams with the last of thier monies. Wow, I reckon that is freedom of some sorts. God bless them.
Priorities...
Mr Long - in ABQ, panhandlers have to have a license to panhandle. It must be displayed on their person like a security badge. That means they had to have the money to get it processed. (Where'd that come from?) Anyway, the TTP I use to swap away the panhandler-flies is to wait until one asks me for "something". I look at them with my "remorse and pity face" and tell them, as I'm pointing to some other panhandler #2, "Oh, geez, I wish I could help, but I gave the last of my cash to that guy when he asked." Panhandler #1 gets a case of the ass and quickly heels-and-toes it over to #2 to chew his ass for "workin' my corner". By the time they get into figuring out who's who in Whoville, I'm leaving.
Or, offer to buy them a meal and eat with them. That's a buzz-kill.
Or, the "veteran panhandler" - I ask to see their DD214 / Honorable Discharge. Can't produce it? No tickee - no washee.
I know - I'm going to hell (but all my friends will be there).
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