So here’s the thing: Isn’t it such a coincidence that so many peoples cars break down near supermarket parking lots? Their always from out of town and need a certain amount of money to get them and their four kids (that are nowhere in sight) home. In today’s case it was eighteen dollars. I said to the woman who was clearly a crack head “No thank you, I get that all the time” That response to her request was confusing to her, I could tell because she said “What?” I just walked away. Now you might call me an asshole for that little story, but like most people I hate going to work, and there’s only one reason I keep going, the money. Why do I want to give away the money I work so hard for? So a stranger can get high or drunk? If anybody is getting high or drunk with my money it’s gonna be me.