I was at Barnes and Noble this afternoon. For some reason the bookstore parking lots are prime areas for aggressive panhandlers.
I looked around and didn't see anything I was interested in, so I went out in the parking lot to smoke a cigarette while my wife looked at the magazines. I was leaning on the car when a punk rockish looking fellow walked up and said "gimme a cigarette".
That's usually followed by the story about being out of gas and needing a few dollars.
Anyway, I handed him a cigarette. He couldn't see below the hood of the car when he walked around and said gimme a light. I tossed the lighter his way when he saw my 1911.
He got this panicked look and reached in his pocket and pulled out a wad of dollar bills and tried to hand them to me. "for the cigarette" he said.:lol::lol::lol:
That's the most fun I've had all week...and no, I didn't take it.
I looked around and didn't see anything I was interested in, so I went out in the parking lot to smoke a cigarette while my wife looked at the magazines. I was leaning on the car when a punk rockish looking fellow walked up and said "gimme a cigarette".
That's usually followed by the story about being out of gas and needing a few dollars.
Anyway, I handed him a cigarette. He couldn't see below the hood of the car when he walked around and said gimme a light. I tossed the lighter his way when he saw my 1911.
He got this panicked look and reached in his pocket and pulled out a wad of dollar bills and tried to hand them to me. "for the cigarette" he said.:lol::lol::lol:
That's the most fun I've had all week...and no, I didn't take it.
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