Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Hey, Mister, You Got A Dime?

It seems like everywhere I turn somebody wants some money from me.  Go to my mailbox, bill collectors want money.  Go my e-mailbox, utility bills.  If I'm in a car, the man or woman standing at the freeway's exit has his/her hand out.  If I go to the grocery store, the man, woman or child, standing in front of the entrance, has a hand out.  Inside the grocery store, as I'm checkin' out, the cashier wants me to give to a charity.  Honestly, people ask for money everywhere I go.  The next hand I see stickin' out, in hope of me placing money in it, I'm simply gonna SHAKE!  Geez!

No comments:

Post a Comment