The craziest things happen when I go back home to the DC area. This was in MD at the CVS on Branch Ave. I run in to grab something and pull up right in front of the door. I see about 5 or 6 teenagers standing outside. I know that they are going to ask for money because that's what usually happens in this situation. Sure enough, when I got out of the car, one of them asked if I would give them some money so that they could eat. Keep in mind, the gentleman that I was speaking to had well kept dreadlocks and his shoes were pretty decent. They all looked well kept, but hey, who am I to judge. I was on my cell when I walked in, so I just waived them off and said "no thanks." He politely said, "ok, thank you very much." I was pleased that they didn't keep asking and say something rude.
On my way out, one of them started to ask for money again, but realized that he'd already asked. We both laughed and I walked to my car. One of his friends who could not have been more than 17 proceeded to walk in my direction and say "umm she thick too and cute. Can I have your number?" I politely shook my head no. Then he pulls out his cell phone and says, "Can I give you mine?" And I'm not talking about an old flip phone. I'm talking about a current cell. Now let's talk about what's wrong with this picture.
I am 34. Clearly too old for him. And ummm, he had a CELL PHONE. If you're hungry, sell it. At least dress down a bit if you're asking people for money. I know that you can't judge a book by it's cover and blah, blah, blah. Maybe his parents buy him clothes and not food. But really? A cell?
Am I crazy? If he can't feed himself, how is he going to take a grown woman like me out? But I'll tell ya what, as I snickered on my way out of the parking lot, I thought, "there's no place like home."