Best hustler i ever saw in tulsa was a few years back. The guy working the salvation army bell in front of the store took the bucket next door to the liquor store and got him a 40.
In California....this same hustler would sit at the 7-11 Id stop at every morning. He'd sit with his coffee mug full of whiskey and ask for gas money. He usually left me alone, but one morning I was in a particular pissy mood and he started in about needing just a gallon's worth of money to make it home. I reached down, took his coffee mug, dumped the whiskey out and filled it with gas. Told him good luck and God bless. The look on his face was priceless and will stay with me for life. Lol.
Hehehahhahahaaa...Next time just tell them that it's Shabbos and you don't handle money on Shabbos.
Lawl.
I wish I was a big, mean looking mofo sometimes so I wouldn't get approached by all these clowns. Everyone tells me that I get approached in public by all kinds of goobers more than anyone they know. I'm like magnet for them. Some guys get women flocking to them, I get homeless guys singing John Denver songs to me in downtown Tulsa and mentally-challenged men telling me about their sex-offending friend and how mother said he ruined his life when I go to the local post office. (seriously on both of these. all I could say to the little retarded dude was "bummer, man")
And I could write a novella about the surreal conversations I've had with parking lot dwelllers after leaving concerts. Either trying to sell something, or bumming for money, booze, drugs...or philosophizing about life.
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