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May 3, 2013

I present to you a small town. And in this small town exists a street. A street with some homes and some places of business.

It’s a small community, a friendly community. In this community, there are ten friends. They grew up together on this street and know each other quite well. As children, these ten friends went to school together. Now they are adults, still living in this community, working in this community.

Except one. One friend, doesn’t work. Well, doesn’t work a conventional job.

Every morning, this one person goes out onto the street, stands by a lamppost and holds out his hand. Every morning, his nine friends walk by on their way from their homes to their jobs. As each friend passes by, this one person says “Hey buddy, gotta dollar?”

This one person, one friend, is a beggar. He stands by the very same lamppost every morning soliciting dollars. Each of the nine friends passing by, every morning, reach into their pockets and pull out a dollar. They each give a dollar to the beggar.

As the beggar snatches the dollar from each friend, instead of saying “Thank you,” the beggar says “Whatsa matter? Ain’t got two?”

And this happens each and every day.

Then one day, somebody new moved into the neighbourhood. Somebody from out of town, somebody from another country.

This new person, he got a place to live on this street. He got a job on this street. He made that same walk every morning from home to work that the other nine people were doing each and every morning.

Inevitably, this new person would walk by the beggar.

“Hey buddy, gotta dollar?” the beggar would say.

The new person, still struggling with the language would respond “Pare done me. How I help you?”

The beggar, frustrated by a break from his usual routine, raised his voice and spoke slowly “GIVE, ME, DOLLAR!”

“Oooh, dollar money.” The new person reached into his pocket and pulled out a dollar and just as he was about to hand it to the beggar, the dollar was snatched from his hand.

The beggar grabbed the dollar and became enraged. He pushed the new person to the ground and began demanding “FOREIGNERS GOTTA PAY TWO!”

The new person sat there on the pavement trembling.

“TWO DOLLARS! TWO DOLLARS!”

The new person reached back into his pocket and pulled out another dollar. The beggar snatched that dollar with more force than before.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR NOT SPEAKING THE LANGUAGE!” the beggar slapped the new person across the top his head.

The frightened person crawled a sidewalk slab or two before rising up and running to his job.

As he ran the beggar yelled “LEARN THE LANGUAGE YOU IDIOT!”

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. Bob permalink
    May 3, 2013 10:01 am

    I am not sure what the moral of this story is.

  2. May 3, 2013 12:35 pm

    Nice job of storytelling! …horrific story, though. Ugh.

  3. May 5, 2013 12:37 am

    And they said beggars can’t be choosers!

    Well done on the storytelling. :)

  4. May 6, 2013 6:08 am

    The new person’s first works need to be “Get a job, asshole!”

  5. May 6, 2013 9:16 pm

    Umm….I didn’t like that story…

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