Homeless rant
Posted on | October 30, 2008 |
We’ve all been there at some point, or so I assume. You’re standing there, at a cashpoint, staring at your balance and shaking your head ruefully, wondering what went wrong. Wondering if taking out that extra tenner will send you over that monthly financial precipice. And then you stop. You’re not alone. In fact you’re being watched. You look down, and there staring up at you is the hopeful face of a homeless man/woman. Now this is not a rant against the homeless (I’ll save that for another day), but just those that like to park themselves right next to cash dispensing machines, trying to make me feel guilty. Do they not know that these machines don’t dispense coins? Or do they think that I’m going to actually dip into my hard earned pittance and give them actual paper money fresh out of the machine? Fuck them and the homeless horse they rode in on! Let me tell you something about my life. Maybe it’ll sound familiar to your own in some way. I get up at 5:45am Monday-Friday, I travel in on a shitty train, I get paid a shitty wage, I pay my taxes, I pay my bills, and with what little is left I try to live. I don’t get any handouts, I don’t get any help. I have no savings and each month is a struggle. And I will eat my own feet before I sacrifice any part of this meagre morsel of monthly hard earned loot to help fund your Tennants Super addiction, Mr. Homeless. Don’t think I won’t too. Fucking lazy arse cunts.
That is all.
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