I never really paid attention that the weirdest things for me happen on Saturdays.
It was long ago in 2005 when after working the graveyard shift at Subway a man approached me. He was nice and we talked about different things. Then he began telling me his story. He was stranded and trying to go to Florida for his sister's funeral and details went on and on. He asked me if I could give him some money... The truth was that I didn't have any. So he said that it was okay and left me alone.
I was raised to believe that I should help people who are in need...
But no one ever told me about the scam artists who abuse good people...
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