I see this guy at a bus-stop wearing a t-shirt that says “Don’t Pan-handle Me.”  Shrugging, I walk up to him and ask “Spare a Quarter?”  He asks, “What did you say?”  I repeat, “Spare a Quarter?”  He shrugs, digs in his pocket, and hands out a quarter, as I shake my head and walk away in disgust — leaving him with his goddamned quarter.

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Okay.  That never happened.  But I contemplated it happening when I saw that shirt, which made me want to walk up and annoy him by asking for a quarter.
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Now accepting applications for “War Czar”.

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