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[The Black Sheep]

I was getting out of the car 3 days ago, unplugging my iPod, gathering junk in my purse, just paying attention to me own stuff. The door was open and the chair was all set up but I was still in the driver's seat. I popped the trunk, which is where I had my lunch and this guy out of no where is standing behind my chair. He's carrying a garbage bag and I figured, you know, he's a bum.

"Do you need any help dear?"

No, I'm good, thanks.

"Here let me help you with that."

I do this every day. I appreciate the though, but I'm good.

"Here I'll hold it still." - grabs the handles and I'm like, OK, this dude's not all there. So I transferr and wheel back to the trunk to grab my lunch.

We have a stray cat around the office that I feed and I pull out a can of cat food, which he takes out of my hands.

"Here, you can't do that. Let me help."

Fine. OK. Whatever. Go feed the cat. And he does.

"You can feed me too." And he points to my Hot Pockets I brought for lunch. The Steak and Cheese are the best kinds too! I remind myself it's for a good cause and give them to him.

So fast forward 30 minutes, I'm still sitting in the parking lot listening to this guy ramble about how he can't work cause he had a nail in his foot. I look at my watch and I keep telling him I'm late. I'm late. I point to my store. I'm late.

And he says for what? They're not open yet.

I try to explain I work there and I have to open up.

"But they're not open yet."

I'm really impatient now and I shout that I own the place!

"But you're in a wheelchair. You can't do anything in a wheelchair. You couldn't open the cat food."


So I stroll off as fast as I can and I hide out in the bakery with the bread ladies until the psycho leaves.