Pointy tailed Asshole

Yesterday, Louise and I were doing our rounds, Tim Horton’s for coffee/tea, Superstore for something, Target to look at shoes and then Co-Op to pick up something for supper and a lotto ticket. You can’t win if you don’t buy a ticket, and if you don’t buy a ticket, the government will lose that revenue stream and replace it with higher taxes and there isn’t a chance in Hell that you can win millions from your taxes. Well, that’s how I justify it to myself.

We pulled into the parking lot and I saw a young couple reorganizing their car. There were belongings on the ground, on the hood, the roof and anyplace that could hold something was holding something. I figured they had just bought provisions for camping and needed to rearrange things to get at the cooler and food storage boxes. I have had to do that and it isn’t fun. Mind you, I only did it once and after that the cooler was within easy reach.

Being the asshole that I am, I went over to the couple and asked if they were having a garage sale. It turns out that while they were inside the store shopping, someone had stolen the guy’s wallet through a slightly opened window. There was a dog in the back seat (hence the opened window), but it was probably like my dog, useless in a crisis. They were hoping that the wallet had just been misplaced and not stolen, but judging from the stuff on the ground, the wallet was gone. To make matters worse, they weren’t from here but coming from Prince George BC for a better life.

WELCOME TO CALGARY!!!

Louise and I wished them well and hoped they would find the wallet but good luck like that doesn’t often happen. We did our shopping and while we were checking out Louise withdrew an additional $50. I knew where that $50 was going and I was hesitant, but Louise gave them the money and hoped that things improved for them. I don’t think I would do what she did. I would think about doing it, but that little devil on my shoulder would tell me “It’s a scam! Who would leave their wallet in the car when they went shopping?”

 

I have done that myself, but I wouldn’t leave the window open. The angel on my other shoulder would tell me “Don’t listen to that pointy tailed asshole! No one would do that to get money. You see how they were fighting? That isn’t a con.” Yeah, I know, my angel has kind of a foul mouth but he means well.

I would think about giving money, but by the time I decided it was the right thing to do, the couple would have either killed each other or driven off to find another sucker in some distant Co-Op parking lot.

What is that saying? “The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.” I suspect that I will be spending eternity with some pointy tailed asshole.