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This reminds me of exactly what happened to my father. True story. He was a foreman for a utility company working in a DCneighborhood about 30 years ago. On a hot summer day, he bought three neighborhood kids an ice cream since it was so hot out and the kids looked really hot, sweaty etc. The next day, there were 20 kids there, asking him to buy them all ice cream.
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I lived in DC for almost two years. That experience led to many of mythoughts concerning work, welfare and entitlement.
Quick story off the top of my head (I remember this one like it was yesterday). I wasgoing to theNational Mall to hang out withmy dad one day and came out of the Smithsonian Metro station. At the top of the escalators stood a disheveled homeless man reeking of booze, who was scaring countless out-of-town families heading to the museums. He was holding a stack of free maps (the kind you get attourist kiosks) and selling them for $1each.
Mrs. Six was with me at the time, so I wasn't really eager tobe around this guy. But when wegot to ground level, he rushed over to me and started some slurred spiel like, "OK, got everything you need to know right here, you got your National History Museum over there, Air and Space Museum here, everything you need, $1".
I told him, "No thanks, I don't need the map," and started to walk away. The guy followed me, still yelling his sales pitch. So I told him "no" again. He kept it up. Finally I turned around againand said, "I don't want your friggin' map; I live here!"
His reply: "I don't give a @#$% where you live, you'd better buy my map, @#$hhole!"
Unfortunately some people simply feel that we
owe them a living. I really don't know if we, as a society, can change that type of thinking, or if some people are just out to lunch when it comes to personal responsibility.