re: Begging around Baton Rouge

I had some idiot that I actually used to know (he either didn’t remember me or thought I wouldn’t remember him) approach me with a sob story the other night. His story had all of the usual elements, i.e., the girlfriend all eaten up with cancer that he needed to get to, needing gas money to get to Jackson, Miss. (they all incorporate Jackson, Miss. into the story for some reason...it’s a dead giveaway).

I told the guy I didn’t have any cash, just a card. Then he asked me for a ride - I told him I don’t do that. He got pissed and stalked off...frick him.