Last time I got hit up, it was in Little Rock. It was 3am, we were on vacation and stopping for gas. I'm on alert just because of the hour and the location. Three guys (two white, one black) were at the next pump in a mid-size truck piled full of junk. The black guy approached me for two dollars spouting some line about gas money, and he didn't even bother trying to make it believable.sparx wrote: I was at a gas station in Little Rock when a guy approached me for money for food
I told him I had to buy my gas, so he had to buy his. He started in with more spiel. I fixed him with a good stare and said, "You ain't got nothin' comin' around here."
He said, "Aight, boss, you right," and went on his way.
For those of you who didn't catch the undertone, that was me telling him that I recognized him for a jailbird, and him acknowledging that if he kept on, he'd be headed back to jail.
Prison culture is an odd thing to learn.
Kevin