I’m back again from a long hiatus. A lot of things have happened during this six? month duration. Long story short, I left my parents home, got into a serious relationship, got a new job, and simply put, living life.
Anyway, as requested by my good friend, Orchidus, I’ll do my best to get to elaborating more on my thoughts on everything that’s happened since then… at different times of course, but today, I thought I’d make my comeback with something that happened today that just… that just… made me so angry. Angry at myself and the lady who I shall call the “Lying Lady”.
Here we go~
This morning started the same as always. A long over an hour commute to my new job…I’m there at the office at 9:25am. I’m expected there at 9:30am, so I’m glad that I’m early… even if five minutes. Then my day starts. I’m not really able to find people to submit for my positions. As always I get frustrated, but as always my coworkers give me the expression of, “Yeah… I feel you…” but today, I felt a little bit better about things. Just slightly better than the norm.
Each hour rolls by. Getting a little bit luckier than normal, I was able to successfully submit some people for my positions. Then finally it’s 1pm. After submitting one more person, I head off to a nearby sandwich chain restaurant. I didn’t think much of it. I like their sandwiches and there was a location near my office so “Why not?” I thought. I walked in, made my order, and paid for my sandwich, chips, and soda. I then tried to find a quiet place to sit and eat, though a part of me was aching for me to have just gotten it to-go…. something that I later wish I had done…
After maneuvering for a minute or so, I finally found a spot that I was satisfied with. I sat down, unwrapped my sandwich and I took a bite. Delicious~ I took another bite and I was satisfied. Suddenly a lady with a 2 or 3-year-old daughter and a baby in a stroller rolled by.
“Please buy my baby a sandwich.” She quickly pleaded.
“I’m sorry, what?” I responded not believing what I heard.
“Please buy my baby a sandwich. She’s hungry and it’s just a sandwich. Just for her, not for me.” She said with such conviction as she gestured between her and her toddler.
I paused for a moment, I had a gut feeling that she was not sincere, so I told her “I’m sorry, no,” I shook my head,”Sorry.”
“Please. Please. It’s for my baby, not for me. Just a sandwich. That’s all I ask.” She pleaded again.
I was starting to get annoyed. “I’m sorry, but no.” I said with a firm voice.
“It’s not for me. It’s for my baby! Please!”
I was getting more and more annoyed. I looked at her, I knew what my gut was telling me. I’m rarely ever wrong, but I sighed and I decided to hand her my chips.
She looked at them, “No, I already have chips.” She pointed to the small bag of chips on the stroller. “Please, a sandwich. For my baby.”
I sighed and then stupidly agreed to buy her a sandwich. “God bless you! God bless you!” She said so joyfully, but I begrudgingly went along. I took my bag with me and went with her. She started ordering. Instead of a reasonable 6inch for “her baby”, she ordered a footlong. I started to get suspicious but then both the guy making her the sandwich and the Lying Lady told me to sit down and continue eating. That this shouldn’t prevent me from eating my food. I agreed and went back since I was starving. Before I knew it, her “only a sandwich” turned into a sandwich, chips, and a soda. I couldn’t believe it! I didn’t even pay this much for myself! Let alone a Lying Lady who harassed me into buying food for “her baby”!
I was getting angry. I quickly finished my sandwich, and went to pay for the meal. The cashier handed me back my card with the receipt with a smile on his face. A soft “Thank You” he said as though to say, “You’re so kind.” I smiled a little back, knowing that to me, it did not feel right at all. I then started to walk towards the exit left. While walking by, I noticed from the corner of my eye, she was eating the sandwich herself! So much for the sandwich being for her baby!
I confirmed two things today: 1) I should listen to my gut and 2)I should never let someone harass me into charity. Charity is not charity if you are harassed into doing it.
I spent the rest of the day wishing I had just stayed firm and kept saying “No” or just took my food and left. The other thing is, I assumed the staff would have done something to stop her, but no. They did nothing! To say the least, I won’t be going back there again.
As for the lying lady, though as much as I wonder why she did what she did. The look on her face, to me, shows of someone who enjoys lying to people. There’s a clear difference between someone who asking earnestly and someone who is asking to leech. She was of the latter. How happily she looked eating that sandwich. That victorious smile beaming from her face. It’s sickening…
Anyway, so my thoughts on this before I call it a night. I don’t know about other people, but for me, I’d rather the person be honest with me. I hate people like this. Lying. Using their kids as a means to their ends. What kind of parent does that?! Honestly, I would pay for the meal of some random stranger who says that they don’t money, is hungry and just wanted a subway sandwich meal. If I had time, I’d rather sit and listen to their story and then actually pay for it. They were honest. They took their time. So in a way it would be like paying for a story.
Well enjoy that food for thought until next time!