Annoyances: Part V – Can You Spare Some Change?

I don’t like beggars, I really don’t.  In a large city like the one I live in it’s not entirely unusal that they’re there, and if you spend a lot of time in the city centre you pretty much “know” all of them. But lately, it seems like there’s an invasion new ones, a kind of gypsies I think, and they’re freakin’ everywhere! Out on the street, on public transportation, in supermarkets, you name it and they’re there. And not all of them are actually “active” beggars. There’s one young woman, one of the new ones, who just sits there holding up a paper cup. All day.

Those people piss me off beyond belief. Feel free to think I’m a bad person for feeling that way, but I just want to go up to them and tell them to get a fucking job like normal people do. In fact, I think that might happen some time soon. Either that, or I’m going to have a career switch, because those people make *a lot* of money. My brother told me the other day that one of them, a creepy old lady, comes into the store he works at to exchange approximately €200,- worth of coins into bills. Can you believe that shit?

That woman is one of many beggars on my way home, so I guess I should be used to ignoring them, but I’m not. Yesterday, I had two encounters. The first one was with a familiar guy who’s a druggie, and I think he’s been around forever. He asked me and le man for some change, and I said “no, I’m sorry”. When the beggar left, my boyfriend asked me why in hell I said “sorry” in the first place (he just said “no”). To be honest, I don’t know. I guess it’s an automated response, because I say it every damn time, although I truly am not sorry.

The second encounter was a bit worse. It was on the parking lot of a supermarket, and we were on our way home when a woman on an electric scooter asked us for an euro. The way I see it, anyone on an electric scooter who isn’t an elderly, is a lazy piece of shit. Now I do have to nuance this a little, before y’all think I’ve completely lost my mind; there’s a specific kind of people who own these scooters. I think the best way to describe that type so that everybody understands what I mean is inbred white trash. They don’t work, live off welfare and reproduce like rabbits but don’t take the trouble to actually raise their children. And guess who pays for all those scooters they ride? Exactly…

Anyway, this particular specimen was on a scooter and wearing Nikes. Nikes, for fuck’s sake! I wanted to yell at her that she should get off her lazy ass and sell her freaking scooter so badly, but of course the only reply I had was “no, sorry”. After that I got into a rather funny discussion on the subject with le man, contemplating if it was a good idea to ask for a specific amount as opposed to leaving it open. I guess that’s the analyst in me, and it pairs very well with him being a marketing guy. We’d make the perfect beggar, haha!

The last few days have really left me wondering… Am I wrong in wondering why I should give out my hard earned cash to people who don’t even try to earn a living and/or buy drugs with it anyway? Am I a bad person for refusing to sponsor that shit? And, even more important, are the crazy gypsies going to curse my ass for refusing to spare some change?

What do you think?

Thanks for reading, I hope I haven’t bored you with this rant today!



Useless Talents: Coin Flipping Queen

I love to learn new things and acquiring new skills, no matter if they’re super useful or just totally useless. You can almost say I’m a collector of “talents”, or addicted to knowledge maybe. I’m not super talented or smart or whatever (although, compared to some people…), it’s just that I have one real talent, and that is that I learn quickly. Ridiculously so. Combine that with my need for learning, and voilà, you get a lot of (useless) skills.

My biggest inspiration for this has been my dad. And seriously, he’s the awesomest person in the whole world. Even in my twenties, my dad is still some kind of a god to me. He seems to know everything! And a lot of the practical things I know, I’ve learned from him. Hell, the other day he explained to me how to build a roof on a house, without having the risk that it collapses when there’s huge snowfalls. God knows if I’ll ever need to know that, but if I ever get to build a house, I know exactly what to do!

Anyway… Yesterday I’ve acquired a new skill. I’ve learned to flip a coin. With a forklift truck, that is. Since this sounds a bit weird, and most of you probably haven’t driven a forklift truck either, I’m going to try to explain what the point of this “skill” is. Basically, you’re supposed to lift a coin onto your forklift. So you put a coin on the floor, and try to get it onto your fork, by using the truck only. Apparently, this is used in forklift-license-exams, because it shows you can manage “small movements” with the truck, or something like that.

I don’t know when I’m ever going to use or need this, but I’m still having a bit of an adrenaline rush just from the fact that I can do it. But it gets better; I’m currently holding the record because I managed to do it on my second try. Without ever having driven a forklift truck (or car, for that matter) before. Yeah, I’m the freakin’ Coin Flipping Queen!

Oh well, if nothing else, at least this skill has led to something to blog about ;)

Thanks for reading, and have a great weekend!



P.S.: Do you have any useless skills you think I should learn?