Ever had those moments when you thought you were doing a good deed, only to be met with a total lack of appreciation? It’s not the greatest feeling, right? Well, hold onto your hats because we’re about to take a plunge into the world of ingratitude, where a simple ‘thanks’ seems harder to find than a unicorn. Get ready to be floored by some jaw-dropping tales of ungratefulness that’ll leave you scratching your head and asking, “What’s up with people these days?” So, find yourself a comfy seat, kick back, and let’s venture into the wild realm of unappreciative moments.
I saw this woman on the side of the road who had a flat tire and was clearly having issues changing it.
So polite ol’ me decided to halt my run and go see if I could help out. I stroll over and offer my services to her and she accepts, but she backs away to a pretty far distance.
I proceed to change her tire and help get her on her way and as soon as I finish and proceed to extend my arm for a handshake, she says “Back away, I have 911 on my phone right now and all I have to do is press Call.” I don’t know if she thought I was going to attack her or something but you don’t just do that to someone who just helped you change your d*mn tire.
Flabbergasted, I run away and I haven’t seen that b*tch since.
I delivered a pizza to a low-income type apartment complex…total was $18.something and she handed me a $20 rolled up and told me to keep the change. I turned around and started walking down the stairs back to the parking lot while unrolling the $20 to put in my wad of cash when I found a $100 wrapped up inside of the $20. Immediately I turned around and went back, knocked and said “I don’t think you meant to include this inside the twenty.” as I extended my hand towards her with the $100 bill in it.
She instantly started screaming at me about how she didn’t give me a hundred-dollar tip and that I’m lucky she didn’t call the police. Slammed the door, then called to my pizza shop to complain.
I told the manager the whole story, she was put on the do-not-answer list.
Today is my niece’s birthday and she just went to college so I thought I’d get her a laptop for her birthday. Now, I am a student myself but I still want to give her something special. So I searched for a great used laptop, and I found a decent Toshiba Satellite. I sold my PSP and some other things so I could afford it.
So there we were at the dinner table opening presents. She opened mine and had this grim look on her face. “This is it? I thought you’d buy me a brand new one”
“You know I can’t afford it. It’s the best I can do.”
“I want a brand new one, not this. This sucks! Worst present ever!”
She then shoved the laptop and box across the table and fell down the floor.
I picked it up and walked out. My cousin tried to stop me, I just said “I would never give her anything again.”
She even had the nerve to call back and ask for the laptop. Apparently, her parents punished her for her behavior and she will now have to buy her own things. No hand-outs or gifts.
My friend bought it as a favor. He helped me pick it out and knows how much I bought for it. The profit was only $10(roughly)
After getting close to $500 in gifts for Christmas, my sister tore down the tree, kicked other people’s gifts, and started yelling and crying, because she didn’t see a Wii among her presents (this was when they were really hard to find). We actually did get her a Wii, she just didn’t get to it yet. I even had to take on a second-holiday job at an online gaming store to get it.
A girl in my high school received a used car on her 16th birthday. She was unhappy with the fact that it was used (3 yrs old) So she intentionally totaled it. Her thinking was that if she totaled this one her parents would have to buy her a new one. She didn’t get a new car and had to ride the bus.
When I was younger I worked at a Blockbuster. I was the night shift manager and one night I was working by myself when a customer walked up and handed me a woman’s wallet, saying he found it on the ground.
I peeked inside it to find an ID/membership card so I could look up her account/phone number. Sure enough, she had been in the store about 30 minutes earlier so I gave her a call. She seemed pleased on the phone and said she would be right in.
As soon as I handed her the wallet she said “My money better be in here” I explained that I honestly had no idea as I didn’t open it all the way as her membership card was on an outer flap. (This was one of those large female wallets that was more like a mini purse with lots of flaps and zippers and such.)
After handing it to her I asked for the next customer in line to step up and basically tried ignoring her. She started screaming “MY MONEY IS GONE YOU STOLE MY MONEY” which really surprised me as she was a pretty normal-looking soccer mom type. I asked the customer I was helping to wait a second and explain to her the way the wallet was handed to me, and reiterated that I had not personally opened the wallet any further than the first flap.
She started screaming again saying there was over 200 dollars in it and that she was calling the police. I shrug and tell her to go ahead. At this point, I’m completely satisfied to ignore her. She walks to the back of the store and whips out her cell phone. I continue helping the line as customers are looking back at the woman as she is loudly calling the police. Most of the customers are like “What a b*tch” etc. I just shrug and smile.
After the line was cleared the lady came back to the register and told me, with a super smug look, the police were on the way. “Ok.” I say and give her an “I don’t give a f*ck” shrug and ignore her while checking in movies. About an hour later a cop finally entered the store (she waited right next to my register the entire time) and she started waving at him and pointing at me at the same time.
I see the cop and roll my eyes and shake my head. He asks her to repeat her story and as she’s repeating it he’s almost completely ignoring her and watching the football game that we have playing on our DirectTV kiosk. After she gets done he looks at me, rolls his eyes, and asks “Did you take the money?”
“Of course not,” I say. “I’m sorry there’s nothing we can do ma’am,” the cop says and leaves the store. As he leaves he holds the door for her and tells her to leave if her business is complete.
I smiled super big, like Cheshire cat big, and told her to have a super day as she left.
After she left I bought pizza with the 200 bucks I took. Just kidding, but I almost wish that’s how the story ended after she embarrassed me like that for close to two hours.
My younger sister got diamond earrings for her 16th birthday from my parents. She then says in a b*tchy tone “This isn’t what I asked for”. Parents then take back the earrings, scolds her and she gets nothing for her birthday. She then spends the rest of her birthday demanding that they give it back to her.
I was visiting friends at their farm years ago. My friend from high school and his wife and their daughter who was about 16. The daughter was out saddling her horse when the horse kicked her in the chest. Collapsed her throat and she couldn’t breathe. I performed an emergency tracheotomy saving her life. about two months later I got a letter from a law firm. They changed their mind about how grateful they were and decided to sue me for leaving a scar from the tracheotomy.
This is one of my favorite stories of instant justice:
My mother’s friend threw his daughter a birthday party; this was a fairly affluent family so she got a big party with all of her friends, and this girl got a lot of nice stuff. She got dolls, a doll house, various toys, and a freaking horse, with all of the riding gear and the promise of lessons and everything she could ever need for the horse.
This brat got what millions of little girls all over the country dream of, and you know what she did? She Flipped.The.Sh*t.Out because it was the wrong doll house. She got a horse and she threw a huge screaming temper tantrum over the (enormous) doll house.
Now I shall digress a bit and tell you about her father. Her dad came from Africa to the US as a refugee, and most of his friends and family were killed. This guy competed in the Olympics and worked his a** off to become a doctor of some kind. As one might expect, this guy did not take kindly to his daughter’s obvious lack of appreciation for her privileged lifestyle so he cut that sh*t right out. He canceled the party right then (the guests still got to eat cake and keep their party favors on top of an apology for his daughter’s behavior), packed up all the toys and took them back to the store, he took the horse back and grounded the sh*t out of his spoiled kid.
A few months ago, we had a Scarlet Macaw up for sale. I was weighing her in the front of the store since we have to track their growth when we get them at the store. A little kid and her grandfather come into the store while I’m doing this.
The little girl, who looks about 10 years old (old enough to know better), RUNS towards the bird. This is already not good. It took me a good 10 minutes to coax the poor bird out of her cage to get weighed. She’s a very timid bird, and she’s slow to trust people.
So the little girl is running at me, with a very large bird on my arm, spooks the bird who jumps off of my arm and luckily lands on the register counter which is where the scale is anyway.
As politely as I could, I asked the girl to please take a few steps back because the bird was very afraid right now. That she is very shy around new people, and that the girl can watch, but just keep her distance.
She was okay with that for about 10 seconds. After I weighed the bird, I got her to step back up onto my arm and told the little girl I had to take her back to her cage now and give her some treats for being a good bird while she got weighed.
This did not go over well. The little girl followed me back to the cage and kept asking if she could pet the bird.
In case you don’t know much about birds, this is a scarlet macaw. They have VERY large and VERY strong beaks. If they feel threatened enough, they will defend themselves with that beak, and I have no doubt that they could easily take a finger off if they wanted to.
So she asks if she can pet it. I told her no, I’m sorry, but she doesn’t like strangers touching her, and she might try to bite you, I don’t want you to get hurt. Wrong thing to say apparently.
“I WANNA PET THE BIRD!!! LET ME PET IT! LET ME PET THE BIRD!”
She started throwing a temper tantrum, and I just ignored her at this point, since the macaw was starting to bite ME now on the arm (I still have bruises from this), and I just wanted to get her in the cage and get the girl as far away as possible.
And this whole time, her grandfather was just standing there watching. He didn’t say anything. Just let her carry on.
So I get the bird back in the cage, and she’s now on the other side of the cage, sticking her fingers in the cage. Again, I ask her to back up, the bird can lunge and bite her very easily.
So she backs up. Thank God, I was thinking to myself. Maybe she’ll go look at the hamsters or something else now. Nope.
She goes up to her grandfather and literally screams at him, “BUY ME THAT BIRD! I WANT THAT BIRD! BUY IT FOR ME!!!”
He just looked at me and asked how much it was. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
First off, I tell him, that bird is $2000. Plus the cost of the cage, plus food, substrate, etc. Second off, they can live quite a long time. On average in captivity, they can get up to 50 years old, and sometimes longer. This is not something you buy because a ten-year-old girl is demanding you buy it for her.
I actually had to stand there and talk him out of buying this bird for about ten minutes. At least I could figure out where this girl got her attitude from. He was about to buy a screaming ten-year-old a $2000 bird without a second thought. Good lord. I lost some of my faith in humanity that day.
Luckily, they walked out of the store after that, and she did not leave quietly. She was kicking and screaming the whole way out of the store. I haven’t seen them since thank God.
A co-worker whined that her grandmother gave her a silver necklace for her birthday when “she knows I only ever wear white gold!”. I laughed and told her that when my grandparents were alive I only ever got a birthday card and that stopped when I started high school, but the co-worker only got more defensive trying to get me to sympathise with her situation.
This co-worker is actually a lovely person but has lived a very sheltered life.
I helped my workmate move house, hungover after far too much tequila. I moved all his sh*t, his boyfriends and his roommates basically by myself as he was useless. Took almost 12 hours. The w*nker didn’t even buy me a beer, food or anything all day. Then fobbed me off when I asked for help to move. Then had the nerve to ask for help when he moved out.
I have quite a few I could tell about my little sister. I’ll stick to two.
My Mom bought her numerous laptops, iPhones, and cameras on the condition that she take care of them. Everyone was broken in a month or two. Bought her a $900 digital SLR she knows I’ve been coveting for years because my sister claimed she was going to take a photography course at school. Got the camera, b*tched that she didn’t get any other presents, used it for a day then let it sit around for 6 months. She uses it now for pictures on her Tumblr, but she told my mom she never intended to take a photography course and she can only use the d*mn thing on auto.
For Easter, I spent a couple hundred dollars buying her tons of Hunger Games stuff and random stuff for an Easter basket because I stupidly wanted to do something nice (I’d just pick up random stuff over the course of a few months that I thought she’d like). She was upset that my mom wouldn’t be doing baskets anymore because she was 15. She threw a tantrum after she opened everything because Easter sucked because we wouldn’t hide Easter eggs for her or hide plastic ones filled with money like her friend’s parents did. She’s 15 for f*ckssake.
I haven’t gotten her a d*mn thing since. I bought my mom a MacBook Air to pay her back for years of caring for me, and my sister threw the biggest tantrum ever. She clawed at my mom’s face and tried to steal her car because it wasn’t fair that my mom got something nice for the first time EVER. Literally, ever. My sister has since “accidentally” broken her laptop hoping I’d buy her one too. Not going to ever f*cking happen.
A couple of years ago a friend and I were driving across the country in a big moving truck full of my mom’s furniture. We had been on the road for about 18 hours on the 2nd to last day of the trip and stopped at a rest stop to stretch our legs and use the bathroom. Sitting at the rest stop late at night was an entire family, mom, dad & 2 young kids and their car which was obviously broken or otherwise not working. Feeling like I should try and help I asked the father what was wrong and he told me they had run out of gas and just needed to get to the next town which was about 40 miles away. I couldn’t leave the rest stop with that family stranded so my friend and I got back in the truck and drove the 40ish miles to the next town, bought gas & a can and drove all the way back in our huge moving truck. The whole trip back and forth took us about an hour and a half and by the time we got back to the rest stop we were both about to pass out. Well, the family was still there waiting and I hopped out to give them the gas they needed so badly. I handed the can to the father and he looked at me and said: “I would rather have the money”. This caught me off guard as money wouldn’t help them get anywhere but it was then that it dawned on me that he never wanted gas to begin with and probably had some in the car. He was just fishing for cash and using his kids as the bait. I felt really bad for the mom as she was just looking at me the whole time with this expression of “I’m so so sorry”. I was at a loss for words since the dad didn’t even want the gas we had just drivin’ for over an hour to get for them. I just set the gas can on the ground, got back in the truck and left feeling like a giant idiot.
When we were very young we were very poor. My sister’s birthday was coming up, I think she was about 7. There was no money to buy gifts but my mother had a small piece of white satin cloth and a box of tiny little pearl beads. She hand sewed this beautiful little wedding gown for my sister’s doll and sat up night after night hand sewing these tiny little beads on the dress. When my sister was given it for her birthday she threw it across the room in disgust, saying I don’t want that it’s my old dolly. I’ll never forget the heartbreak on my mother’s face.
Around 2:30 a.m. on a Friday night (Saturday morning) a friend and I witnessed a pickup truck run a red light and barrel through a white taxi van doing about 50 MPH (+/- 5MPH) with no breaks, just CRASH. The white van instantly spun around a couple of times until it hit against a light pole. My friend and I were in complete shock but were the only ones around so we got out of my truck to go help. On the way to the van my friend called 911, and a fire started flaring up from inside the crumpled hood. The man inside was obviously very hurt however the driver’s door was smashed so much I couldn’t open the door and the passenger door was blocked and resting against the light pole. By this time the fire under the hood is starting to engulf the front part of the van and getting very hot. I took my shirt off, wrapped it around my hand and then broke out what was left of the glass on the driver’s side door and proceeded to pull the man head first out of the van with the help of my friend and drag him about 30 feet away to a grassy area by an office building. About 2 minutes later the entire front portion of the van is in flames. Another minute later the fire department showed up and put it out. I gave my information and such to the police officers.
The man I pulled from the van thanked me over and over again. I thought I had done my good deed for the day… 1 week later I was served papers stating I caused physical and emotional damage/distress to the man and he was suing me for $100,000. 1 awesome Public defender, and 3 witnesses, and 4 days in court later he lost.
The sister of my coworker was at the office. I ended up chatting with her around 7 p.m. while she waited for her brother to finish up work. I hung around only because she was kind of pretty and single.
After mentioning her father paid 100% of her $100,000 tuition, a car, and all her living expenses, she starts laying into her dad for promising only $500,000 as her future graduation gift. She was expecting something more along the lines of $750k to $1 million so she was super pissed and kept talking about what a jacka** he was being. Apparently, she changed her major one too many times for her father’s taste and was living the lifestyle of a “forever student”.
This was when I was struggling to pay off my college loans, not earning very much, and barely staying afloat by paying my rent and covering my beer money.
I work at a McDonald’s and a while back I was taking orders and payments for the drive-thru by myself. A woman came through and ordered two Big Macs, two large fries and two cokes, which came to a total of like $21 (it’s Australia, and our prices are ridiculous). In the time she took to drive from the speakerbox to the cashier window I reentered them as large meals to save her some money, and as she pulled up I said “Hey, that’ll be $16.xx thank you.” She eyed me strangely as she fished out some money, and when I held out her change and a receipt she snatched them out of my hand and looked over what she had ordered.
After what seemed like an eternity she started shouting at me about how she didn’t want meals, she just wanted the burgers, fries and drinks. It actually comes up pretty frequently as understandably not every customer knows the ins and outs of the McDonald’s menu, and generally when you explain what they’ve actually paid for they apologise and are appreciative of the money you’ve saved them – so I start going through the routine with this woman, explaining the components of a meal and how she’d actually saved $5 while still getting exactly what she ordered.
I stood there waiting for her to realise she’d benefited from what I’d done when all of a sudden she started hurling insults at me. Stuff like “I COME THROUGH AND ORDER THIS EVERY WEEK AND IT’S ALWAYS BEEN THE SAME, YOU PRESUMPTUOUS LITTLE B*TCH” and “HOW DARE YOU THINK I’M SUCH A MORON THAT I DON’T KNOW HOW TO ORDER MY OWN FOOD”. I tried explaining that I didn’t think she was a moron, it was just my job to give customers the best value and I was sorry that no one had done it before, and she threw her change at me (about 60 cents) and drove off.
At this time a woman in another car had actually come through to order a free cup of water and had driven straight to the payment window, and as a result, had seen most of the abuse this woman had given me. As she pulled up I was visibly shaking, because despite verbal abuse being one of the things you’re expected to handle as a drive-thru worker I’d never been treated that badly, and she started telling me that she saw (and heard) the whole thing and that I was totally in the right and asked me if I was okay. I talked to her for a while and ended up putting through a free Coke for her because I appreciated her making sure I was alright. Eventually, she left and I went into the changerooms and cried for about ten minutes.
Valentine’s Day, 2004. Now, I’ve never given two sh*ts about Valentine’s Day, but my girlfriend at the time had never been in a serious relationship and wanted a special Valentine’s day. I was more than happy to oblige.
That day, I went to the local nursery (flowers, not babies) where I used to work and bought two dozen red roses and grabbed an unused delivery invoice. I still had the uniform – just a t-shirt and hat, but enough to make me look like a legit delivery person.
I then spent my entire paycheck on gifts for her, and food for dinner. Everything: balloons, decorations, red and pink cutesy sh*t, and several expensive gifts including an iPod and a new camera. I went back to her house and decorated everything, transforming her kitchen and living room into what looked like a display at the mall. I even did the rose petals on the bed thing, because I was sure my efforts would lead to a romantic evening.
I looked up her class schedule to figure out where her class was (we had different majors) and proceeded to burst in, pretending to be a delivery person. I gave her the roses and a teddy bear in front of her entire class, even going as far as making her sign the fake delivery invoice. It was her last class of the day so I knew she’d be heading home. I raced out of there so I could get there first, change, and start cooking dinner. I got there maybe twenty minutes before she did, and everything was going to plan.
She was upset when she walked in the door. “Why didn’t you wait for me after class?” She asked. I told her I wanted to start dinner before she got home and finished decorating the house. “Oh, I really wanted to go out to dinner tonight. Can we go out to dinner?” I explained that I was going to make something special at home, and had, in fact, already started cooking. She looked at the table full of presents and the house full of decorations and just sighed, disappointed.
“I really wanted this to be a special Valentine’s Day. Just this once. I was really hoping we could have a special day together but I guess not.
When I was in Jamaica on vacation my family and I decided to go to Dunns River Falls. This is basically a small waterfall you can climb up with the help of the locals who work there. When we got to the top of the falls, one of the locals was collecting tips for all the workers. My sister handed him $5 (US Currency). The guy took the bill from her looked at it with disgust said “That’s it” and “No thank you” and then proceeded to hand it back to her. We were all in shock because everywhere else we went in Jamaica all the locals would be so happy when we gave them more than a $1 tip.
I have a friend who knew she had to be out of her place in a few months. No exact date, but whatever. She called me at about 6 at night saying she had to be out of her place the next day by 1 pm or the police would be escorting her out. I should also mention she has 3 kids.
Now the moving wouldn’t have been such a big deal. Her problem was she hadn’t found anywhere to go. I wish I could say it was due to a lack of places, but it was just because she hadn’t looked. So within 12 hours, I asked a different friend that she had NEVER met if she could stay with them still she got an apartment and moved her.
Go a month later, she’s totally screwed over my generous friends. Financially, with her attitude, and her lies. I’m embarrassed and apologizing. So she FINALLY has her own place but because again she’s not great at life, has no way to move. My friends are sick of her and drop everything, as do I cause I feel like an a**, and move her.
When it gets bad, I noticed she didn’t have a crib mattress for one of her daughters. I offered to let her use mine because my son just got a big boy bed. She starts screaming at me saying it’s hers and how she has no friends that ever help her. I stood there in shock for about two seconds, told her to f*ck off and walked out of the apartment.
My wife and I had just moved into our first place on our own. After being on our own for about 3-4 months, my wife’s sister calls her crying. Her sister, husband and daughter had lost their home in a fire about a year prior and had been staying with some friends who were kind enough to let them stay with them. Apparently, relationships had deteriorated with the friends and had to leave immediately. So we had an extra bedroom so we decided to let them come stay with us until they got on their feet. It was supposed to only be a few weeks but it turned into 8 months. 8 months we let them stay with us rent-free, and the only thing we asked them to pay was the difference in the electric bill each month, which amounted to only like $30-$50 a month. I should mention that we were violating our lease by letting them stay with us, we hid them from our landlord for a while but eventually, she figured out we had them staying with us. Fortunately, she felt sorry for them and said it was okay for them to stay a little longer. But after the 8th month, she sent us a letter saying that if they weren’t out in a week then we’d be in violation of our lease. So we had to ask them to go. Almost immediately after they left they deleted us off Facebook and never talked to us again. When we tried to get in contact with them to see why they were mad at us, my wife’s sister claimed she was angry that we asked them to help out with the electric bill. And because of that, they weren’t able to buy tickets to go see A Perfect Circle. But my wife and I had bought ourselves tickets and I even bought my little sister a ticket too since she’s never seen them live before. And apparently, they were pissed at us for this.
The previous owner of my house occasionally still gets mail delivered to this address.
He and I both work at the same university, in different departments.
I generally take his mail to his department’s main office/secretary, rather than writing “not at this address” on the envelope and putting the mail back into the box.
One day I “bundled” two mail items, which apparently caused him to think I waited for the second piece of mail to arrive and thus delaying his mail–I happened to be on my way out of his department’s mail room when I overheard him exploding to his department’s secretary, complaining loudly that this was very important mail and for me not to give it to him right away was “just unconscionable.”
So I coughed a bit louder than necessary, drew his attention to me, and left, not saying a word.
From then on, all his mail got the “not at this address” treatment.
My old best friend was just like this. For her sixteenth birthday, her mom took her AND me out to lunch at an expensive vegan restaurant, took us shopping, got her a belly button piercing, and then took us out to dinner at another expensive restaurant. Her mom’s boyfriend bought her a GPS because she was new in town and didn’t know her way around.
Later that night, she called me crying. Why? Because her mom didn’t get her any big gifts. I reminded her that she had spent the whole day shopping and her mom paid for her to get her belly button pierced. She wanted to be surprised though. And in her fit of rage with her mom, she threw her GPS across the room and broke it.
My boyfriend didn’t contact me for two days, in our last communication promised to pick me up on Saturday night. When he didn’t show I contacted his family who became concerned and 24 hours later we made the decision to file a missing persons report.
He had been at a friend’s place and when I went to confirm he was safe he told me to get the f*ck out and that he didn’t need a babysitter.
If I vanished for a few days I’d be grateful someone cared enough to find me. His poor family were distraught.
All my life, my father has dropped hints by repeating that he hadn’t been to Washington DC since his Junior Class trip in High School and that all he wanted more than anything was to go back and see all the new monuments that had been built since.
I AM NOT RICH, but I get a lot of frequent traveler points as incentives from my work. So, I was terribly excited and proud to give my father for Christmas one year a two-week trip to Washington DC, including VIP Congressional passes, a one-bedroom hotel suite 1-1/2 blocks from the White House, a direct flight from our city to Reagan National Airport, and car service between the airport and his hotel — along with $500 spending money (kicked in by my brother and sister, $250 each).
As he opened my cleverly-disguised gift wrapped box filled with DC travel brochures, a Lonely Planet guide to touring Washington, an envelope containing five $100 bills, his tour itinerary on our Congressman’s letterhead and including VIP attraction passes to everything from the Bureau of Engraving to the FBI Headquarters Building (my congressman happens to be a childhood friend — who used to eat his own boogers, BTW), his hotel confirmation marked PAID, he finally came to his airline tickets.
With an irritated, condescending tone and scowling facial expression, he looked into my eyes and said, “That’s just like you to make us sit in coach all the way from the West Coast to Washington, DC.”
I have only f*cking been bumped by sheer luck into First Class MYSELF three times in my life! I stopped trying to please or gain approval from that selfish man right then and there.
One time I was walking down Huntington Ave in Boston, which is a nice area that is extremely close to the ghetto of the city but is still pretty nice (every homeless person’s dream.) Anyway, I was asked for money by a man, and while I normally don’t give money to these types of people because I don’t want to contribute to whatever their addiction is, I decided I would walk into a nearby subway, buy him a $5 BLT so that if he really was hungry he could eat it,
The conversation went something like this.
Man: “Do you have any spare change, good sir?”
Me: “No, but I’ll be back in a few minutes”
Me (again): “Here you are, I got you a BLT, god bless and have a good day!”
Man: “I asked you for change, not a motherf*cking sandwich” (then proceeds to throw the perfectly good sandwich on the ground with a scowl on his face.)
I realize not all homeless people are like this, but this experience soured me to be kind to those less fortunate than me.
