“You just don’t give a f***” – kid who was “not asking for money” trying to beg biscuits and gravy from Village Inn for his pregnant GF.
Dude, i won’t let my family eat there. Pulling out the glass eye helped sell your hungry GF story, although if you just had removal surgery at 430 am, why aren’t you bandaged?. Refusing my offer of a snickers bar and some milk from CVS or a banana from circle K did not. Offering to meet me at whatever restaurant I chose in your car that was “broke down” 2 minutes earlier kinda undermined it past the point of no return. i like being charitable; I dislike being played.