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No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

I drive around a lot. I mean A LOT. I spend so much time in my vehicle that I've contemplated putting in a kitchen and a bathroom to make it more comfortable for me. I also tend to keep a box of protein bars with me as I don't get to come home during the day most of the time. Plus, I go to the gym twice a day and I get hungry and don't want to visit a fast food restaurant because it would nullify the effects of going to the gym.

I told you that to tell you this.

Last night I took my girls to their church activities. As we pulled up to a corner, there was a homeless man with a cardboard sign. I've seen him there before and I've given him a protein bar before. He was very nice and gracious and thanked me.

Not this time.

Alli was in the passenger seat so I asked her to hand it to him. She was reluctant, but put her window down, held it out and said "Sir? would you like a bar?"

He came over to us and said that he doesn't often drink hard whiskey any more.

Oooo-kay

He took the bar and said, "Is this 90 proof?"

We kind of laughed and I said sure, it's 90 proof.

He scowled, said "I don't want it then!" and threw it back at us, hitting Alli in the head with the poor, non-alcoholic protein bar.

As we drove away he was muttering something about booze and food.

"Mom, please don't ever make me do that again" Alli said.

Comments

  1. Paige1:44 PM

    That's pretty funny. And Ali's scared of good deeds now. Poor girl.

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  2. G. Parker5:44 AM

    ohhh boy. Well...you just can't please some people, huh? Poor Alli!

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  3. Torrie8:52 AM

    that is so sad... good job trying to do good. your a good person.
    my friend offered a homeless man beef jerky and he said he doesn't eat meat...

    beggars can't be chosers..right?

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  4. kelly8:35 AM

    thank you for giving me some justification for not helping.
    yikes.

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