Saturday, July 2, 2011

Third time's a charm.

     Excuse me.
     Uh, yeah?
     Can you help me out? I got a flat tire and I need some money for a patch kit.
     A what?
     A patch kit. To fix the flat tire on my car.
     Oh, man. This is the third time you've pulled this on me. Right here.
     I think you have me mistaken with someone else.
     No man. You stopped me right in front of this building like, four years ago, and told me you worked for Verizon and your kids were in the car and you didn't have your fucking wallet on you and you needed money for a spare or a patch kit or some shit. You even took my number so you could call and repay me.
     Look, I really don't kn-
     Yeah, and then like, last year you tried to pull it on me again. I think you recognized me because I told you I didn't have anything and you just kind of mumbled and blew me off.
     Oh yeah! I do remember you helping me out  back then! I really appreciated it. I tried calling you, but your number must have changed or something because I couldn't get a hold of-
     Dude. Shut the fuck up and go home.

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