Out here in the oil patch since I started counting a few years ago I have been hit up 26 times by bums. Twice by blacks, four times by Mexicans, once by a bleached blonde white tramp with a black boyfriend and nineteen times by white scum. Nearly all were at fueling stops.
We had an area cop bust one of these a-holes and the rodent had four thousand dollars on him. He was his own bank since he did not trust the money to be left near his cohorts.
A former coworker had the same black guy hit him up three times over a two year span always with different stories.
You never seem to be prepared for them but I think next time I want to scare one into thinking I am a serial killer.
“Nearly all were at fueling stops.”
No accident there; they have to get you where you can’t hide.
A friend that works near Penn Station in Newark describes a situation reminiscent of scenes from the old zombie movies of the 80s, where zombies surround a fenced-in compound trying to get at the live people inside. During the workday the area is teeming with cops that keep most of the gibsmedats away from the white people; as 5:00 comes and goes the police start withdrawing and the gibsmedats start to press in. You have to get out of there quickly at that point; if you have to pass between buildings and the gibsmedats have broken the original perimeter you wait for other whites to catch up (like the convoy system to protect against U-boat attacks)...