The mooches that really torque me off are the ones that bother you while you’re seated eating at a restuarant.
Its always the same B.S.
My name is Joe Blow. I’m from (a town about 50-75miles away) and my car broke down, ran out of gas, or whatever. Can you give me something?
I feel the same way. We went to Long John Silver’s in Corpus Christi many years ago, and a “homeless guy” came up asking for money for food. We had a big family pack of greasy fish and chicken sitting on the table, so I just grabbed an extra plate and put some food on it for him. He got completely offended and proceeded to inform me he didn’t eat garbage like that and would prefer if I just gave him money to get his own food. Needless to say I wasn’t in a very charitable mood anymore.