So today Im sitting at the coffee shop having a cup of Joe. This guy sits down at the next table and speaks. Usuallly I dont get into conversations with people cause Im just not that social (odd how much I post on the hide), but today I relaxed a bit and chatted. So he starts talking about how he and his family just arrived..."We're sort of America Gypsies" and on and on. He mentions some of the towns ges frequented before here......Berkeley, Ann Arbor, Boston, Boulder...all sort of quasi hippie/gypsy type towns. Then he mentions about his poor little daughter who had cancer...so I feel a bit sorry for him. I gave him the name of a guy I know who might need some laborers...for some reason i didnt offer my name,just told him he might find work....he took the paper hesitantly and sticks it in his pocket and at the same time starts to tell me about hes exploits "begging" to feed his family...now this guy is about 40, tall slender, and looked pretty healthy, so when he said "begging" it kind of made me hesitate. Then he says "Well "I really hate to call it begging...its really more like creative finance, you know. I mean all those people who like to help people...you know pay their tithes and donations, I might as well get some for myself, right" (like he was looking for my approval). Then, with pride in his voice he mentions how his wife "creatively" raised thousands in Boulder from social programs..."enough so me and my 12 year old son didnt have to beg for a year (Has 5 kids...they all help him and the mother beg)". Then he gets this look in his eye like if one of us met Ronnie Barrett and he offered us his daughter and a matched pair of M82' and unlimited ammo and a job as a field demonstrator, and says "but my youngest son was born in Vancouver BC. so we can always go their and get into the Canadian welfare system". About now Im trying to decide whether to throw up or punch him out, so I decide not to do either , just get up and leave, and he gets this desperate look in his eye and says " thats a nice shirt....are you a golfer?". I guess he noticed the golf clubs on my $20.00 JC Penny;s polo shirt.....and then, there it is, out of his mouth slides ...so soft and sweet it was almost like a song...."spare change". I actually did hit him....with one of my signature lines...."I don't feed parasites".....and walked away. Kinda felt like like I wanted to be ill. 
Had forgotten aboout him til just now. I guess this is what you call purging.
I got nothing against decent Mexican or Central American illegals who comes to work. Dont rellly like having the kids on free welfare, but at least the moms and dads usually came to work, and are hard workers.
Really dont like parasites.
Had forgotten aboout him til just now. I guess this is what you call purging.
I got nothing against decent Mexican or Central American illegals who comes to work. Dont rellly like having the kids on free welfare, but at least the moms and dads usually came to work, and are hard workers.
Really dont like parasites.
