Posted on 06/01/2014 5:44:27 AM PDT by sheikdetailfeather
Out here in the oil patch since I started counting a few years ago I have been hit up 26 times by bums. Twice by blacks, four times by Mexicans, once by a bleached blonde white tramp with a black boyfriend and nineteen times by white scum. Nearly all were at fueling stops.
We had an area cop bust one of these a-holes and the rodent had four thousand dollars on him. He was his own bank since he did not trust the money to be left near his cohorts.
A former coworker had the same black guy hit him up three times over a two year span always with different stories.
You never seem to be prepared for them but I think next time I want to scare one into thinking I am a serial killer.
Just make a ‘sanpaku eyes’ look at them and look all around real suspicious while telling them in a panicked, shaky voice... “DUDE, get the f#ck away from here, you’re gonna bring the heat. I’ve got two bodies in my trunk and gotta get outta here... I don’t need you attractin’ attention and all like that last bitch did...”
“Nearly all were at fueling stops.”
No accident there; they have to get you where you can’t hide.
A friend that works near Penn Station in Newark describes a situation reminiscent of scenes from the old zombie movies of the 80s, where zombies surround a fenced-in compound trying to get at the live people inside. During the workday the area is teeming with cops that keep most of the gibsmedats away from the white people; as 5:00 comes and goes the police start withdrawing and the gibsmedats start to press in. You have to get out of there quickly at that point; if you have to pass between buildings and the gibsmedats have broken the original perimeter you wait for other whites to catch up (like the convoy system to protect against U-boat attacks)...
“So much for “hey buddy, can you spare a dime”!”
It seems the minimum is about $5 now at some intersections in Newark NJ; smarter people are all buttoned up when they come to a red light, but some naive people can’t secure their vehicle by the time they realize what has happened (the gibsmedat is already halfway through their window).
At one point in the summer I saw a Hindu selling flowers, a Hispanic selling cold bottled water, and a black guy just asking for money all at the same intersection...
“That’s pretty bold...50 dollars...!!!”
“Sorry pal, I don’t have $50, but I DO have .45!” ;)
Yep. HAd a fun water polo tournament at one of the private schools in Winter PArk. Forget the name of the place.
But yeah, I-4 is The Great Divide there.
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