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Tuesday, August 9, 2011
I can't really think of any supreme blog ideas. The majority of stuff I come up with are little one liners that spawn into an interesting discussion at a bar. But, I don't talk. Like does confidence imply inferred consent?
I also have a thing about why the US Government is encouraging you to buy foreign cars. Actually, now that I've started I could go on all day. But, luckily, I won't.
It occurred to me the other day that I find it offensive to give money to someone. If some pathetic person asks you for a dollar so they can buy some food, it is the utmost act of laziness to give them money. Take the time to think of something which allows them to earn it. Then, give it to them. No more handouts. The government should learn as much. And standing in line at a government handout agency is not earning it.
That's my lesson for today. Never give someone money. I think I've blogged indirectly about this before. You can probably read it here. I kind of paid a homeless guy to be my buddy for an evening in downtown Dallas.
Now, the other day, I was at a parking lot in West End and they had one of those automated parking machines where you put your credit card in, it charges you $5, spits out a parking voucher and you put it on the dash of your car.
I know how these things work in general, but each one seems to have some little idiosyncrasies. This parking lot wasn't crowded. There were maybe 5 cars parked in it total. While I went up to the machine, this man approached and started helping me with the machine. He was nice, knew all the quirks about the machine, and pushed all the buttons for me so I didn't have to contaminate my tender paws.
When he was done, I put my card in and received my parking ticket. He asked if I could spare a dollar. I gave him one because he did something for it. Granted, I didn't ask him to and if I had to give everyone a dollar who did something without me asking, I'd be broke. But, at least he didn't just ask for the money and I didn't feel I donated it to him for nothing. I received a service. He was also entertaining. It was almost like a tip.
Of course, after I gave him a dollar he asked about getting an additional dollar so he could buy a train ticket or something and I had to give him a quick lesson in economics, supply and demand and what a dollar was worth at a gentleman's club. He probably should have given me a dollar for the sheer amount of entertainment I spontaneously spewed forth. But, I didn't ask and he didn't offer.
He did tell Lisa I was crazy. She didn't give him a dollar for the tip. I probably would have.