...almost 42 years old, I can only afford a studio apartment, and have a poverty-level job. (Oh yes, Franklin I'm going there.) That was my go-to line to emit sympathy from anyone that would give it. I'm not above pity.
Today, I was leaving Target with my three kids and my niece. (Meeting the ex for drop-off and pick-up of the kids.) A grand total of two 6 yr olds and two 4 yr olds. I'm maneuvering through the parking lot with my little cluster of chicks trying to keep them out of the road and still MOVING. This woman comes up to us with her arm around two kids. And then she says, "I'm a single mom with two kids..." I'm like, no that's MY line. Then she goes on to say how any money would help. Not to be judgmental but her kids were old enough to look embarrassed that their mom was lying to strangers to get drug money.
I was like, "Lady, I'm a single mom with FOUR kids! (so I claimed my niece, not like I'm actually going to do that on my taxes.) I am broke and don't have a dime. Since you've already been collecting money all afternoon, maybe you could help a broke mama with four kids out!" All of a sudden she didn't have any money either. We were starting to have a little too much in common and I left before she ask if we could be facebook friends. It's good to know that panhandling doesn't really pay much more than my job. If I would have only thought to ask for money every time I used that line maybe I wouldn't have to work anymore. Why do all of the good ideas come after it's too late!
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HAHA Liz you are so funny. I come to your blog to read one post and I just can't stop reading. You crack me up, you are so inspiring and you are so insightful. Thank you for keeping up your blogging. I may not comment on all of them but I appreciate every sing one.
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