Post wall women asked me for change

[AkhilleusParticipant 2486]

Going to a bar with some Bros this post wall womem 40’s looking 50 from drug abuse etc. Stops me and asks me for change ??? Wtf I’ve never had a women ask me for change lol in the city I’m in only homeless are dudes she looked like a x Crack whore wow just shocked cause this is new experience for me anyone else ??

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[Artboy99Participant 369]

heh,

a woman asking a man for money. Isn’t strange at all regardless of her age or how she looks.

[HitmanParticipant]

did you give her any money?
.
i try to give something,
like a quarter.
if they say anything i gladly ask for it back.
hell,
if i see a penny i pick it up.

[AkhilleusParticipant 2486]

Nah I was more shocked and when I said no she had that entitled why the fuk not face looked like she was used to getting her way until she hit post wall now reality hit

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[Mr. ManParticipant 2916]

This happened to me yesterday in a Home Depot parking lot. I had just returned to my car and was looking at a Google map on my tablet, when a really ugly woman tapped on my window. Now keep in mind, I’m normally a very giving person. But I’ve been approached in this way so many times that I’ve simply run out of patience for the whole song and dance.

She starts blathering on about her sob story that I know will end in a request for money — the same money in my pocket that I worked for at my super s~~~ty job. I interrupt her with a wave of my hand and say in an irritated way, are you looking for money?

“No, no!” she insists. Then she starts regurgitating her rehearsed story again. “My mom way up north…cancer…blah, blah, blah…” To which I say, stop. No more stories. And then I drove away while she says “Gaaawd. Oh moy gawd!”

Pssh. As if.

[GrumpParticipant 14]

Street beggars, both male and female, often ask me for money. I’m puzzled why because I look like a cold-hearted, tight-fisted bastard, which is a fair reflection of the truth.

If I have a little spare time and want to amuse myself, I let them give their pitch asking for money and then ask, “Why?” Then they invariably repeat themselves about wanting to pay for their education, find a hostel bed, call their sick mother in Timbuktu etc.

“No, no,” I rejoin, feigning sincere interest, “You misunderstand my question. I understand why YOU want the money. I’m asking you why I should give it to you. What will I get in return?” It’s a hoot seeing how long you can keep them going with increasingly convoluted and mentally retarded reasons why I should reduce the value of the currency to nil by giving it away instead of exchanging it for goods or services.

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