[wdfifteen]

I was coming out of the food store and about to get in my truck. This guy, 35ish or so, pulled up in a beater SUV and asked if I needed my truck washed. No. Almost immediately he got out and started rubbing his thigh. He had a prosthetic leg from the knee down. He starts telling me he needs to make some money because Marine and the VA didn't send the right amount and he needs to make some money to feed his kids. I tell him good luck and start to get into my truck. Then he asks me if I have something to spare to help him feed his kids. I had a $20 and eight ones, so I gave him the ones. When he got back in the car I noticed him take a swig out of one of those 32 oz soft drinks they sell at the gas station. I said, "How is it you can't afford to buy food for your kids but you can buy big sugary drinks for yourself?" Then I noticed six cans of beer and a McDonald's bag on the passenger seat. He mumbled something about Marines and VA and I just got back in my truck. He left the food store and drove off down the street.
So, he's so broke he has to beg for money to feed his kids, and he drives out of a food store parking lot with six beers and a McDonald's meal in the car - and $8 of my money. Yes, I'm a sucker.