i was relaxing against a wall a few minutes ago, cigarette in hand, enjoying the cool breeze. a fellow walked up to me, lighter in hand and asked "can i smoke with you?" i surmised that he was asking both for a cigarette and companionship, so i offered out my pack of smokes and he took one. rather than putting it to his lips and lighting it, he shuffled off on down the way and disappeared around the corner. i was shocked. annoyed even. he asked if he could smoke with me, accepted my hospitality, then flew off without even a thank you. i was betrayed. for the briefest moment in time, i had found myself looking forward to making awkward small talk with a stranger, using the shortening ember of his tobacco as a timer, a countdown to when he would **** off and i would be able to return to my heady enjoyment of the nighttime environ. a cigarette wasn't the only thing he took from me this night. he also took my hopes for a moment of cordial hostility that defines modern social interaction. as an end note, as i sat in my car typing away at this post, i heard the shuffling of someone dragging his feet across the ground. and a crackled, throaty laughter. as i looked up, i saw him. the man who accepted my hospitality while rejecting my companionship. smoking my cigarette. jovial in his betrayal. friends, regale me with similar tales of times you were also misled.
I once had a lady beg for money to get food for her kids at the door of a church on Ash Wednesday. I offered to take them to a restaurant, but the lady had some reason why that wouldn't work. (I'm sure you can see where this is going.) I was a kind of Junior Cadet social worker in those days, so I asked for her number so I get get her hooked up with local social services. She gave me her number, and I gave her the only cash I had on me--a 20. I called her an hour later and she answered the phone (amazingly it was her real number) completely and obviously high on something. There was a man's voice in the background. No kids. I gave her what resources I could find, and vowed that from then on, I'd be giving food only.
The last time? After years of having what I thought was a close friendship, finding out someone I trusted to be nothing more than sad, pathological liar. And no, this was even after Juli. You'd think I would have learned my lesson there.
A 'friend' of mine wanted to get his son an iphone 6 for his birthday. He's on a low income and asked if I would buy it and he'd pay me back in installments. I asked him 3 times if he was sure he'd be able to make the repayments before buying the phone. He paid the first installment in June and hasn't paid a penny since or contacted me to explain why. I note from facebook that he's finding the money to pay for steroids and go on various day trips. What a cool guy. Doesn't pay a debt to a friend and gives his son - in effect - stolen property as a birthday present.
Hi. I can't post in your other thread because I've never used two Pringles to pretend I was a duck and the wording of your topic was too narrow.
I have friends in Israel who were nearly missiled by Palestinian rockets. I've only been hit by balls and water balloons, though someone once shot a bb gun at me, and I was struck once by a rock flung up from the wheel of a truck.
I was nearly missiled by lots of SCUDs during Desert Storm, plus a few MANPADs in the air, and some rockets, and lots of mortars. That was at Balad AB in Iraq, which the army called Camp Anaconda (very misleading, there were no anacondas there), so we called the base Mortaritaville, which was not so misleading.
not liking the fact you had SCUDS raining down on you, Sarge - I'm merely humbled once again by your service to the country.
I once opened a thread, thinking that the topic was interesting. I was delighted to see the OP was three paragraphs - not too long that your eyes glaze over, but not too short on detail. I began reading, my expectations high, the pleasure centre of my brain ready to be stimulated. Unfortunately it was a **** story about this one time someone took a cig off hudzu.