Welll…
True story.
Once, when I was working at the erstwhile Horseshoe, I had gotten “bumped” from the shift and sent home. As I walked out onto Fremont Street, this guy comes up to me and asks me to buy him a cheap meal at a nearby hotel restaraunt. Mind you, this is at four in the morning in downtown Las Vegas, which is just not a good place to be.
Not being in the mood to travel with this stranger, I proposed buying him some bread and lunchmeat at a 7-11 which was much closer, and in view of Fremont Street security personnel. Together, we selected a large package of sliced turkey breast, actual good quality sliced cheese (I wanted to buy him at least semi-nutritious food), and a loaf of bread. Then he started to push the envelope. He wanted me to buy him a bottle of soda. I said no- bought him bottled water instead (juice or milk I might have gone for, but not soda- I figured he could eat crap on his own dime, but not mine), then he starts grabbing stuff off the shelf, saying “I want this, and this”- at this point, he was mostly grabbing junk food. He just couldn’t grok that I had agreed to buy him food for a few days worth of nutritious meals and wasn’t up for financing empty calories. Even after hearing, “no, I’m not going to buy you that,” he would still try to pick up more junk. I finally caved and agreed to buy him a bag of chips, but no more. He immediately grabbed a candy bar. This guy was so pushy it was unbelievable. A normal person would have accepted the bread, cheese, turkey and bottled water and been grateful, but not this guy. I ended up spending twelve bucks on him, when I really should have only spent about seven. It wasn’t even an inability on my part to say “no”. I did say “no”, and he just wouldn’t accept it as an answer. He would just grab items off the shelf as though it were his own money he was spending, and not that of a charitable stranger. He wasn’t asking permission, not saying, “would you mind if I got a candy bar?” He would just take it off the shelf and inform me that he was going to get it. If I hadn’t kept an eye on him, he probably would have ended up with about $25 worth of crap by the time we got to the register, and as pushy as he was, made such a scene when we got there that I would have been shamed into paying for the crap.
Oh, well, at least I know the money went for food, most of it nutritious, and not for booze or drugs. But in a way, I think it would have been more honorable of him to just beg for cash, and take whatever I was in a mood to hand him, than to ask me to buy him food then keep demanding more and more items. I imagine if I had given in to his first request, instead of the $3.99 graveyard special, he would have ordered an expensive meal and dessert, figuring that I wouldn’t want to make a scene in front of the waiter and other customers.