I gotta tell you this…
About a month or two ago, a little shrunken, wrinkley old lady came to my door. She had her head and eyes lowered and told me a story:
“There was a tragedy, the Martinez boy in the next building passed away this morning. He was 5 years old and he got electrocuted.”
Me: *GASP* OMG what happened?
“He touched the back of the family’s TV and his hands were wet.
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At this point I realized she was not some gossiping old lady, but someone trying to hit me up for cash…I said: That’s terrible.
She goes: “So we’re going around the neighborhood collecting what we can to help her bury her son.”
This is where she raised her face/eyes to me and I noticed her mouth was devoid of teeth and her mustache was thicker than John’s (and somehow jet black though her hair was gray)….
Anyway…I apologized, told her I didn’t carry cash but was happy to donate online with my credit card if there was a website or something set up…..
I couldn’t even get my sentence out before she rolled her eyes and walked away.
Fast forward to last night:
Guess who knocked on my door!!!
I recognized this crackhead shyster immediately, but I guess all the crack made her forget she’s visited my door before. She gave me the same exact story about that poor Martinez boy! I had to start laughing, I told her, I remember this story from the last time he died and she said “Thank You!” and scurried away. HAHHAA
I’m laughing even as I write this. You can’t make these things up folks.
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