What the fuck is wrong with these people?!

In Miami, oftentimes, it's necessary to honk at someone who's about to do something stupid and cause an accident. Or, other times, it makes me feel better to honk at someone who has done something stupid, and I'm getting retribution at him/her for doing something stupid, and making me work to avoid causing an accident.

I'm not sure if people in other parts of the country do this... but when I'm honking at someone, say, who's ABOUT TO RUN A STOPLIGHT OR A STOP SIGN OR A YIELD SIGN, usually they have the balls to honk back at me.

What?! Why are you honking at me?! Fuck you. You're the one doing something wrong. Don't honk at me, motherfucker.

It has never occurred to me to get into a honking match with someone. If someone honks at me, I contritely pay attention to whatever it is that I was doing. I'm not going to lie, sometimes I'm a bad driver. Like today, I sort of was driving on the wrong side of the street...because I... well, I have no excuse. I wasn't paying attention. And if someone had honked at me, know what I'd do? Not honk back, and rectify my stupid behavior.

Along those same lines, get a load of this...

Friday night, as I was going on my first and last drink date with Boring Mc NoPersonality, I had to fill up the ole' gas guzzler.

I went to the BP at 5th and Pennsylvania on the Beach. And, invariably, a homeless guy came up to me and asked me for money.

And I can't say no...because I'm filling up my stupid car... and if I was like "I don't have any! Hee! Hee! Hee!" he'd see right through me, and God would smite me down.

So. In an abundance of charity, I gave the bum a five.

And I expected him to say the following, "Thank you sir. God bless you. Have a nice day."

What actually happened?

He went, "Ooooooooh! Gimmie another dollar! I wanna buy some weed!"

And my jaw hit the floor. Not because he wanted to buy weed -- I thought that was a noble use of my five dollars. I was stunned that this man had the AUDACITY to ask me for MORE MONEY.

"I just gave you FIVE DOLLARS!" I told the guy, "I'm not giving you any more money!"

Then, the bum started poking me and jibbering about something. Then, he started singing and dancing. True story. So I'm standing at a gas pump, pumping 3.26/gallong Premium gas into my car, as a certifiably out-of-his head bum softshoes and wails out a song, on the other side of the gas line.

He followed me to my door of my car begging for another dollar for weed... and I showed him my wallet that he had taken my LAST FIVE DOLLARS. He started asking for change... but... his pleas fell on deaf, and slightly more jaded ears.

The moral of the story? Bums are ungrateful. I gave that man an hour's worth of tax-free minimum wage!

All I wanted was a "God Bless You." And for want of gratitude, I will never give another bum money again. So all you bums out there, you thank Ungrateful McPokeySinger for me being tight-fisted and cheap. He ruined it for all of you!