It was a lovely Sunday afteroon. I was driving home from my parents' house, windows down, sunroof open singing country music as loud as possible when I slowed to a stop on the freeway off ramp. Waiting to turn left, I was approached by a homeless man. It was too late. My windows were down and he was already speaking to me. I had a half-eaten bag of Cheetos on the passenger seat next to me which I offered him. He looked at me like I was handing him anthrax, smiled and showed me he had no teeth! "I got no teeth!" he said, and asked if I had any money. I set the Cheetos back on the passenger seat, rolled my eyes and shook my head.
Beggers can't be choosers people!
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I was driving home one night at 3 in the morning and was accosted by a random shirtless drunken maybe-homeless guy who asked if I had an extra shirt so I gave him my white T that I wore 'neath my button up shirt. Then I drove him to the gas station where he randomly stole me a bottle of wine. I didn't ask for it, he just stole it for me. True story.
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