Sometimes I feel a small twinge in my
Gut where, after realising it’s not gas, I get the feeling of being slightly compassionate to a stranger.
So it goes, this morning I was in the city for an appointment and walked past a disheveled hobo with a dog as I
approached the stop sign to cross the road. Waiting there, I turned back to look at the hobo and felt kinda bad for him and his dog.
I never give money to hobos cos I’m an assuming bitch and don’t want my money spent on crack and grog. But I will sometimes give food or buy them a coffee when the mood ticks.
Today the only offering I had was a piece of delicious banana cake I made earlier this week (which is totes the best bananana cake I’ve made EVOR), so I walked back to hobo and said, “I don’t have any cash on me, but you can have my bananana cake?”
Hobo looks at me in disgust and slurs NUH.
I was taken aback! “I-oh….. Sorry then…” And I walked on my way.
Who the fuck gets rejected by a hobo?
I GET REJECTED BY A HOBO.
What happened to beggars can’t be choosers?
What, would it have been better if I mentioned the icing is made of Crack?
By banana I meant vodka?
Screw you you stinky ingrate for throwing my charitable gut gas back in my face!
And THAT my friend is when some people unfortunately perpetuate bad stereotypes about groups of people.