Fool Me Once, Shame On...
What's that saying, that Dubya claims to have originated from both Tennessee and Texas?
Anyway, about a month ago, I was working late one evening. Around 19:00, I decided to pack up and leave. As it was a cold and wintry day, I decided to cut through the hospital on my way to my parking garage. The hospital, at least the Galter Pavilion part of it, locks down the door to the public at 19:00, I was hoping that the security guys didn't make their rounds on time.
That night, my hope yielded. As it was already 19:05, the doors were still unlocked. As I crossed the street from my building towards the Galter Pavilion, some black guy came up to me, steps before the revolving door. As I was about to brush him off, he started giving me a spiel about how he was a patient at the hospital, and that when he left near closing time, he realized that he had left his wallet at the doctor's office. He couldn't retrieve it, because the office had already closed, and that he was told by security that he would have to come back the next day. Then he proceeded to plead with me that without his wallet, there was no way for him to get home.
I thought to myself, what the hell. So I gave him five dollars, and proceeded to go on my way. For the most part, the story sounded legit, as the Galter Pavilion is an outpatient facility. And plus, he didn't really look like a bum. In fact, he didn't smell like one either.
Well, fast forward to this past week. As I was leaving work late again, I saw him out by the Galter Pavilion. As I crossed the street, he began to target me. I recognized him right away, and he did too a few seconds after he repeated his spiel. Then he walked away.
Damn right, bitch! Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. And I wasn't about to let this guy fool me twice, cos I would've raised hell and demanded a fucking refund! Now you know why I'm not always generous with strangers.
Anyway, about a month ago, I was working late one evening. Around 19:00, I decided to pack up and leave. As it was a cold and wintry day, I decided to cut through the hospital on my way to my parking garage. The hospital, at least the Galter Pavilion part of it, locks down the door to the public at 19:00, I was hoping that the security guys didn't make their rounds on time.
That night, my hope yielded. As it was already 19:05, the doors were still unlocked. As I crossed the street from my building towards the Galter Pavilion, some black guy came up to me, steps before the revolving door. As I was about to brush him off, he started giving me a spiel about how he was a patient at the hospital, and that when he left near closing time, he realized that he had left his wallet at the doctor's office. He couldn't retrieve it, because the office had already closed, and that he was told by security that he would have to come back the next day. Then he proceeded to plead with me that without his wallet, there was no way for him to get home.
I thought to myself, what the hell. So I gave him five dollars, and proceeded to go on my way. For the most part, the story sounded legit, as the Galter Pavilion is an outpatient facility. And plus, he didn't really look like a bum. In fact, he didn't smell like one either.
Well, fast forward to this past week. As I was leaving work late again, I saw him out by the Galter Pavilion. As I crossed the street, he began to target me. I recognized him right away, and he did too a few seconds after he repeated his spiel. Then he walked away.
Damn right, bitch! Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. And I wasn't about to let this guy fool me twice, cos I would've raised hell and demanded a fucking refund! Now you know why I'm not always generous with strangers.
posted by StHalcyon at
23:50
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