Stopped at D-nutz this morning for a shower and a cup o coffee. My cat spilled my yogurt in my hair - guess she didn't like the haircut. Since my parent's bathroom is disgusting, I went through a long line in Lunenburg to beg a cup of hot water.
Dumped it through my hair, dried off, and went back inside for a shot of espresso in hot water and milk (called the Americano, $1.04 for the same caffiene as drip and better taste. Call it a turbo tea). Dudes in front of me the second time through the line sniggered and said something like homeless and gettajarb.
Dude, future reference, three reasons you don't do that. 1: if I was living out of my car and mentally unbalanced, I could have followed you into town and had you run off the road by the main st lights. Count yourself lucky I'm not, since I drive much faster than your pickup loaded with gear and your closet construction pal. 2: If you keep doing that to people that don't deserve it, you'll die alone, miserable and dehydrated working on the roof to my first two story home. It's a fixer upper, but it's cozy. 3: No one that matters thinks you're funny or clever. We've heard it before, stated much more clearly than your ghetto a$$.
Also, incidentally, my coffee cost a dollar, you were maxing a credit card for 40 unnecessary ounces of sweet tea.
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