It is a sunny morning today (9.8.2012...I think) and I take a walk with the dogs to Circle K to pick up half and half and juice for the children. While I am at CIRCLE K I am approached by an elderly man who appears very sick, emaciated, unkempt, open sores covering his face and body he also has a dog who looks literally lifeless. He asks for money. Those of you that know me, know I have not two dimes to rub together and can barely keep my head above water due to all the children needs' and the lack of help from their conceiver's known as dead beat fathers.
I go back in to CIRCLE K and purchase, sandwiches, chips, vitamin packets, band-aids, dog food, gallons of water and a huge candy bar. I do not purchase cigarettes nor alcohol for the homeless man, I purchase what he needs to survive at least for the rest of the weekend. As I am paying for the items with my maxed out Visa the non English speaking witch with the painted on eyebrows and paint by color make up informs me in her broken English that purchasing food or items for the homeless on their property is against CIRCLE K policy.
Yes, I keep my cool and do not lash out at the pimply face, foul smelling illegal for following CIRCLE K policies. She too wants to keep her job, a job that allows someone such as her self that is most likely not legal...
I tell her I have changed my mind and that I will purchase the items for myself. She begins to get attitude. I let her go through her words filled with incorrect grammar and spittle which I happen to dodge although a couple wet ones do land on my cheek. I purchase my items walk out go to the homeless man and begin to help him put them in his cart. I open the bag of dog food pour some in the ground and the dog immediately begins to devour the food. I search for an empty cup in the near by garbage to fill it with water for the dog. The man is grateful and in tears. I am almost in tears and wanting like to hell to have money in my life to help these people out. After sitting with the homeless man for a few minutes helping him organize his basket filled with filthy blankets, empty bags, one shoe a police car pulls right up and two offices get out their car and come up to me and ask me for my ID? WTF?
I don't have my ID I have my CC and that is it and my three dogs...which are all getting very, very agitated especially Jetta my Belgian Malinous ex-Patrol dog for Las Vegas International Airport.
They tell me I have to leave the CIRCLE K premises because I went against what the non English pimply faced clown wearing make up bimbo told me.
I leave with my pride and tell the homeless man I hope he has a good day and not to eat too fast or he will get sick.
My dogs are all growling not at the homeless man but at the two patrol officers and that pathetic watse of space non human CIRCLE K employee (who has come out side to watch in all her glory). I am afraid I cannot control the dogs and they are going to attack them. I get my dogs in line we begin to walk towards my home but I turn around before they all disperse and ever so gently with such pose and grace I call to them all and beautifully give then the finger.
What is happening to this Country is beyond me. We are all rich with luck that we have a roof over our heads, we have medical care, we have AHHHCS, Cigna, a car, enough money to not be on the streets (barely). We are all rich...and blessed and this poor man due to bureaucracy, lack of mental health care in AZ, red tape, policies and capitalism...what about him and others like him? What a selfish Nation/State/CIRCLE K Corporattion.
I was informed that I was no longer allowed in that CIRCLE K. Like I really give a flying F? Please, really, seriously?
Forgive me if there are spelling errors in my ranting I am not really carrying about my grammar at this time.
My vent is over.
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