a plea

This afternoon I was wandering around by my work in search of my afternoon caffeine, and I passed by the usual assortment of people asking for money. The usual signs about how they’re sober, good people.

Except.

For the one guy.

His sign said, “Help Me Get Drunk.”

I laughed out loud and I was like, “Dude, I admire your honesty, and that laugh was worth at least a dollar.” And I gave him money.

And he said, “I like your skirt, very pretty.”

I’m going to call that my good deed for the day.

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