You're getting hysterical. That's nonsense.
And here's a bit of advice for you;keep saying to yourself over and over again....."60 cents and a light push".........."60 cents and a light push".....and I'll bet that eventually you'll understand.
If HE said to himself, "30 years for 60 cents and a light push...30 years for 60 cents and a light push..." we wouldn't be talking about him.
Last year, I was serving my turn as an attendant at my church when a scruffy looking guy came through the doors on a Sunday morning. He had been invited by a young mother who had struck up a conversation with him when she was visiting a shelter. I asked him if there was someone who invited him that he would like to sit beside. He replied, "I'm looking for my girl."
Knowing that she wasn't dating anyone, I didn't assume he was talking about the young mother. He found her as he scanned the seats, and briskly walked toward her. She smiled, thankful that he took her up on her invitation. Then the man leaned over to kiss her. A look of horror came over her face as she recoiled. I knew this was trouble.
I directed the man to a free seat across the aisle in front of her, and watched him like a hawk. He kept peeking over his shoulder at the young mother, trying to make eye contact. She was having none of it. Then he took a pen and a slip of paper and started writing. My suspicion that he was trying to slip her a note were correct. He left his seat, walked up to her, handed her the note, and sat back down. She read the note and immediately gathered her purse, Bible, and kids and moved from one side of the auditorium to the other. As soon as she started moving, he got up to follow her.
I and another attendant sprung into action, blocking his path and telling him to step outside, where we told him that he was acting inappropriately, that the young mother's invitation was not intended as an interest in a relationship, and he would not be allowed back inside. He angrily and profanely insisted that he wasn't interested in her sexually, and that if he was, he could have had her. He then went on to tell me about how he was not a bad person because he was homeless and a twice-convicted felon, spinning a tale about how he could be a rich man if he had agreed to make changes in a script he almost sold to a Hollywood studio. He eventually calmed down a bit, and I listened to the long stories he told to keep him outside.
He said he wanted to apologize to the young mother, and I told him I would pass his thoughts along to her. Nope, he said, he wanted to issue the apology personally. I told him that wasn't an option and that I didn't want to get police involved, he, as a two-time loser, needed to think about whether or not he wanted this to be his third strike. He said he had gotten the message, and sat at a nearby bus stop.
I thought it was over. I was wrong. After the final prayer, I was taking care of other duties when someone told me that there was a man who demanded to see the young mother. As I arrived at the front door, he was shouting about what a c---teasing b*tch she was for leading him on.
As I arrived, and told him in no uncertain terms to leave immediately, he held his own freedom in his hands. He could either leave a free man, or get himself locked because he couldn't move forward with his existence without cussing her out or worse. Fortunately for him, when I stood in his path and told him to leave, he left. If he had tried to push past me, he would have been arrested.
In my life, I've made mistakes, but the reason why I'm a free man is that I have made choices; choosing NOT to take drugs, choosing NOT to steal, choosing NOT to drive drunk, etc. I am enjoying my fortieth-odd year having never seen the inside of a police car, much less a jail cell. I can't imagine being in that situation, much less being in state prison twice. OTOH, Donut Boy chose to stand on the tracks in front of a streetcar named Third Strike. That was HIS choice.
Yup. With you there....perhaps I've walked right UP to the line sometimes, but I've always had the sense not to cross over it.
The really ironic thing this that this store sounds like a privately owned, small-town type place. He likely could have asked politely for a doughnut, and gotten it.