I went to grab some lunch yesterday. As I was coming down a long exit ramp from the interstate I saw a panhandler in a wheelchair by the left turn lane. He looked around, stood, and stretched. He walked around the chair, saw me coming and scrambled back to his seat like he was a finalist in high stakes professional musical chairs.
I laughed and turned right. That is why I never give money to those clowns.
Somewhere in the archives is the story of the panhandler in some place who set up camp with a “Will work for Food” sign across from a Wendy’s. Wendy’s was advertising “help wanted “.
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