Several weeks ago, a gentleman approached me in a Wal-Mart parking lot asking for money. He had a wonderful story, it went something like this, 'my daughter and I are from Wichita Falls (points at daughter in truck). I just bought this truck from my father-in-law, but I left my wallet on his counter. We are almost completely out of gas, can I have a few bucks so we can get home?' I told him I did not have any cash, and moved on. He was not persistent.
A couple of days ago, I ran into the same man, in the same parking lot, around the same time. His story changed ever so slightly but essentially stayed the same. I resisted the urge to call him a moron. Again, I left him with no money. If I see him again, I will definitely let him know how unintelligent he is.
The moral of the story: if you are going to be a con artist, don't be like this guy. Get some brains.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
I fail at most things
I am not a good writer. I don't care what they say, I simply am not.
I will not find a job because of this.
In four years of college I have improved my writing by about zero.
I suck.
I am more than somewhat embarrassed.
I'll just go live in my parents basement.
I will not find a job because of this.
In four years of college I have improved my writing by about zero.
I suck.
I am more than somewhat embarrassed.
I'll just go live in my parents basement.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)