Written By Linda Mains
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Wow here I sit on a Tuesday, wondering…why? Why am I sitting here? What is going on outside? Man is day-to-day life, some what boring. So here I sit! I’m sitting here listening to my man doing his homework. Does that sound exciting yet? Not! Anyway…have you ever met a person, whom you thought was cool, only to discover that that person, was a total douche bag? WELL HAVE YOU? Anyway, that was my day today. Look, I’m a big iced coffee latte lover, and they always have cheap ones at this gas station, that I had the misfortune of going to today.
Maybe I’m out of line here; so I’m going to explain what happened to me today…so I can get a better opinion, that what had happened to me, was completely out of my control. So off to work I went, I wanted a coffee. Now my tooth has really been bugging me these days of late. So I usually haven’t been eating lunch. I just don’t want to chance being in excruciating pain, for no reason, while I’m at work. Anyway, I stopped off at the local gas station, to pick up my iced latte. So I saw $25 dollars just lying on the floor, in between and in front of the two cash registers. So the fool that was behind cash register number one saw me swooping it up…and the only reason that this fool, hadn’t swooped it up himself, was because he was on the wrong side of the cash register. So I did what any normal American would do, (meaning not what some Karma totting Hindu cashier would do). I picked the $25 in cash, up off the cold-tiled-floor. So what did a Hindu man, who’s the cashier go and do next? As I sit here and write this, I’m still shaking my head in complete and utter disbelieve and disgust at what happened next. This Hindu Cashier (whom I thought was my friend), belittled me in front of everybody! You’re probably asking yourself; why did this 3rd world reject go and do that? He said, word for word; “um you have to give me that $25 dollars back right now! That person could come back, and want his money! And then what would I do? No, no, no…you have to give that back, NOW!” So after being pressured for a couple of minutes, I finally gave in, and gave the $25 bucks back. What the hell was I supposed to do? I’d never been made to feel guilty after finding money before…money, which someone had dropped and walked away from. I felt like a victim after the incident…because, I hadn’t stolen the money, but was made to feel like I had, and I was made to feel like, l had just tried to rob someone. Which I hadn’t, and on top of that I was then forced to give the money back. Money that I had been fast enough to pick up…back, to a Hindu refugee, that cared more about some strangers money, then he did about someone that was cool with him for over 6 months. WOW!
So here I sit in utter amazement, about how some people, would throw every one of their friends and acquaintance under the bus…over money! I can’t believe it…my life hasn’t been the best at work of late, because, of all of the sick day’s I have had to take off, because, of my throbbing teeth. I really could have used that money. Especially since, I have to go back to the dentist, to have an upper molar pulled…which sucks…but I have to do it. Did the Mr. Greedy Hindu express care? Supposedly all he cared about was the S.O.B, which had dropped the money! Someone who probably wasn’t coming back and you just know this 3rd class, from the Ghetto’s of some broke ass town in India somewhere, will be pocketing that money. It’s just like that 90’s alternative song that I can’t remember the name of, where the singer sings; “some people sell their own mothers for alms.” It’s everywhere…people are like dogs about getting money these days. Although, I’m disappointed that it had to be him, I thought he was a cool person. Wow, was I wrong! Ya, maybe he was just being nice by thinking about the poor S.O.B, whom had lost all his on hand cash. Or…more likely then not, maybe, he was going to line his pockets with that money. I gave the money back, with a karma stipulation that money was meant for me. Now there were 5 guys, whom all could have picked it up, but didn’t. Now if a higher spirit, wanted me to have that money, and now I don’t have it…so some greasy Hindu, could line his pockets with it. Who’s going to have bad karma? I needed that money! But because of the greedy Hindu cashier, now it will be a struggle for the rest of this week. When he winds up on, “1001 Ways to Die” as the 1002 victim, he shouldn’t be surprised. I believe Karma is a bitch! You shouldn’t f*ck your friends over, for such small amounts of money or over total and utter B.S. Yet again, I know how to be real with other people. When so many phony M*ther F*ckers in California don’t know how to be real, and would steel the gold fillings out of their mother’s teeth. Now that’s sad! The desperation here in California amongst the underpaid employees is only getting worse. I’m going to be like one of the desperate Cubans whom left Cuba on rafts to get out of California if things don’t get better soon. I will paddle to somewhere better, to get away from all the third world low-life’s that keep coming here.
Maybe I’m out of line here; so I’m going to explain what happened to me today…so I can get a better opinion, that what had happened to me, was completely out of my control. So off to work I went, I wanted a coffee. Now my tooth has really been bugging me these days of late. So I usually haven’t been eating lunch. I just don’t want to chance being in excruciating pain, for no reason, while I’m at work. Anyway, I stopped off at the local gas station, to pick up my iced latte. So I saw $25 dollars just lying on the floor, in between and in front of the two cash registers. So the fool that was behind cash register number one saw me swooping it up…and the only reason that this fool, hadn’t swooped it up himself, was because he was on the wrong side of the cash register. So I did what any normal American would do, (meaning not what some Karma totting Hindu cashier would do). I picked the $25 in cash, up off the cold-tiled-floor. So what did a Hindu man, who’s the cashier go and do next? As I sit here and write this, I’m still shaking my head in complete and utter disbelieve and disgust at what happened next. This Hindu Cashier (whom I thought was my friend), belittled me in front of everybody! You’re probably asking yourself; why did this 3rd world reject go and do that? He said, word for word; “um you have to give me that $25 dollars back right now! That person could come back, and want his money! And then what would I do? No, no, no…you have to give that back, NOW!” So after being pressured for a couple of minutes, I finally gave in, and gave the $25 bucks back. What the hell was I supposed to do? I’d never been made to feel guilty after finding money before…money, which someone had dropped and walked away from. I felt like a victim after the incident…because, I hadn’t stolen the money, but was made to feel like I had, and I was made to feel like, l had just tried to rob someone. Which I hadn’t, and on top of that I was then forced to give the money back. Money that I had been fast enough to pick up…back, to a Hindu refugee, that cared more about some strangers money, then he did about someone that was cool with him for over 6 months. WOW!
So here I sit in utter amazement, about how some people, would throw every one of their friends and acquaintance under the bus…over money! I can’t believe it…my life hasn’t been the best at work of late, because, of all of the sick day’s I have had to take off, because, of my throbbing teeth. I really could have used that money. Especially since, I have to go back to the dentist, to have an upper molar pulled…which sucks…but I have to do it. Did the Mr. Greedy Hindu express care? Supposedly all he cared about was the S.O.B, which had dropped the money! Someone who probably wasn’t coming back and you just know this 3rd class, from the Ghetto’s of some broke ass town in India somewhere, will be pocketing that money. It’s just like that 90’s alternative song that I can’t remember the name of, where the singer sings; “some people sell their own mothers for alms.” It’s everywhere…people are like dogs about getting money these days. Although, I’m disappointed that it had to be him, I thought he was a cool person. Wow, was I wrong! Ya, maybe he was just being nice by thinking about the poor S.O.B, whom had lost all his on hand cash. Or…more likely then not, maybe, he was going to line his pockets with that money. I gave the money back, with a karma stipulation that money was meant for me. Now there were 5 guys, whom all could have picked it up, but didn’t. Now if a higher spirit, wanted me to have that money, and now I don’t have it…so some greasy Hindu, could line his pockets with it. Who’s going to have bad karma? I needed that money! But because of the greedy Hindu cashier, now it will be a struggle for the rest of this week. When he winds up on, “1001 Ways to Die” as the 1002 victim, he shouldn’t be surprised. I believe Karma is a bitch! You shouldn’t f*ck your friends over, for such small amounts of money or over total and utter B.S. Yet again, I know how to be real with other people. When so many phony M*ther F*ckers in California don’t know how to be real, and would steel the gold fillings out of their mother’s teeth. Now that’s sad! The desperation here in California amongst the underpaid employees is only getting worse. I’m going to be like one of the desperate Cubans whom left Cuba on rafts to get out of California if things don’t get better soon. I will paddle to somewhere better, to get away from all the third world low-life’s that keep coming here.
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