

A while back I was standing in line behind a few people when one of the people at the head of the line mentioned something about a “bum leg”.
The smooth brain behind them immediately seized on the opportunity to start a super sarcastic to the point of being aggressive spiel about how “you can’t say that anymore, that’s not politically correct” and then continued his butt hurt tirade calling out “liberal snowflakes”.
However, the grand finale and pièce de résistance of his rambling was a comment along the lines of “there’s only 2 pronouns, male and female”.
Anyway, this comic from 1994 kinda reminded me of that hilarious but also horrific little nugget.












I was walking towards the grocery store and noticed a man approaching people in the parking lot. Some days I feel like my resting bitch face is impervious, but that was not one of those days. The guy caught up with me, at least got close enough to yell, “Can you help me?”
I’m in a rural area with a surprisingly vibrant charity scene that does an admirable job of keeping people in poverty fed and housed, so it’s basically unheard of to see homeless folks begging and very rare to be approached like this in the grocery store parking lot. All that is to say, when someone asks for my help, it’s hard to pretend I didn’t hear the plea.
It started out normal enough, the guy was down on his luck asking for money. I told him, truthfully, I don’t have any cash on me but I could buy him something if he needs me to.
He agreed and asked for one thing: Soap. Didn’t matter what kind.
Fortunately, he did not give it back to me and suggest that I needed to use it so I couldn’t have smelled too bad.