So, I drove my big Lex yesterday. Thought I'd stop and squeeze the juice out of a dinosaur (fill it with fuel) while I was out. As I was finished, but sitting in my car, doing my nerd calculations and resetting all the nerd data, Pat came walking up motioning for me to put my window down.
Pat looked like one of these types that had just left the protest rally. Pat looked about 19 years old, white, very round, but I could tell it was female due to what appeared to be unsupported raw chicken fillets under its ... "shirt?" Not 1 effort given to look feminine. Unbrushed hair with absolutely no particular scheme, there was just hair extending out of its skull. Zero makeup, which I actually kind of like on females ... but they have to look feminine.
She started giving me the ole, "could you spare enough $ for my mom and I to eat?" This is a very rare thing in my neck of the woods. And I immediately didn't believe what it was saying. After listening to the sob story I asked, "who would you vote for?" At which time I could tell I threw Pat off its game. Pat replied, "I don't even know who's president."
In my mind I said, "Gotcha bich." As Pat knew EXACTLY what I was getting at. And instead of out and out lying just to say what Pat expected I would respond to positively, I could tell there was no way Pat was going to utter that name. But at the same time, Pat couldn't admit to me who it would actually vote for, knowing I would reject their request.
I replied, "I don't believe you." Pat said, "that's my mother right there." And was motioning me to look away from her toward a car at the pump. I didn't look. I just said, "I don't believe you, Sayonara." And I drove away.
There's no way Pat was in the fix she implied. I'm guessing her lezbo lover just looked older, and they were either on their way to a protest, or just left a protest and had no money because they have no job ... because they just protest.
In any event, this is what I waste my taxes to the gobment for. To waste it on such creatins as Pat. I don't want to waste any more "tax" money making direct payments to such types.
Judge me if you will, flame suit donned.