So, I'm sitting in my favorite boba house and this 40-something homeless woman enters and starts asking customers for money. Being the jaded, cynical person I am, I put my headphones on in hopes that she won't be so rude as to not only interrrupt my work, but interrupt my music, as well. When three young college kids turn her down, she turns to me and starts talking right too me as though I've actually acknowledged her existence, which I haven't. But I'm not a total rude bastard, so I take my headphones off and say "excuse me?"
"I have five kids, I'm just trying to get them some food and trying to get them a home..." she mumbled.
"I'm sorry, perhaps you shouldn't have had FIVE KIDS, or perhaps let a man have unprotected sex with you FIVE TIMES, or perhaps you should CHANGE YOUR STORY so it makes you seem a little less like an idiot," I wanted to say.
"Sorry, I can't help you," was what I really said.
She turned from me, eyed some of the other customers sitting around, eating, drinking, doing work and just decided to leave.
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