Hawk (merhawk) wrote,

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Dear homeless guy reeking of booze,

Dear homeless guy reeking of booze,

I don't care that you're out of work, and you only want a dollar. You are dripping with booze smell. Any money I give you is going straight towards alcohol.

So don't sit down at my table while I'm eating and reading my comics, don't ask me for money, and most certainly don't scream "Fuck you" to me as you're leaving the restaurant. It only reinforces my lack of desire to help you.

Annoyed, Hawk

P.S. And that last "Fuck you" is what got the other diners to complain about you to the shift leader. I wouldn't recommend coming back into that Carl's tonight.
Tags: letters, rant, wtf

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