Mooches I have known.

[mtheo]

That reminds me of back when I was in vocational school, everyone dipped skoal but no one ever chipped in to buy or brought a can to share. A good buddy of mine came up with a good way to keep everybody from bumming from him, while in front of everyone else he would spit the dip from his mouth into a can (which everyone thought was the original can but was really just an empty can) and tell everyone he would chew it again later, we came up with a name for it ABC which stood for already been chewed. After that nobody ever asked him for a dip again.

Reminds me of running around with coworkers and high school/college buddies. Anytime we would stop at Burger Chef for lunch/supper my french fries would get picked off by the round table one at a time to the point it I barely got a taste....I learned to really like lots of black pepper on my fries. Stopped 'em cold.

 

[ATF]

I love those clowns that never take the plastic off anything. They leave it on their new car seats, sofas, everything. One real cheapo couple I knew invited me and my family around for dinner and served up KFC with the plastic still on their dining chairs and sofa. Well Mrs Cheapo had bought a new plasma TV and she had kept the plastic film on with all the stickers in place. Heard about a week later that the TV had caught fire

 

[Alpo]

Reminds me of running around with coworkers and high school/college buddies. Anytime we would stop at Burger Chef for lunch/supper my french fries would get picked off by the round table one at a time to the point it I barely got a taste....I learned to really like lots of black pepper on my fries. Stopped 'em cold.

That's why I started drinking Dr Pepper. I was tired of people drinking my Co-cola.

 

[kenv1950]

Yup, gotta sister in law that lost her drivers license. She asked me for $80. to pay her fine and she could pick it up on their way to Virginia Beach for vacation... Told her not to bother stopping, i fell for her stories to many times and this one topped them

 

[Calaveras Slim]

My first tour overseas was in the middle east. On occasion, we would get stuck in town and be forced to buy the local brand of smokes but would only smoke one or two to get us back to base. They were stale, smelled terrible and tasted even worse. Then they would go on the shelf of the wall locker. There were several guys that were too cheap to buy smokes so I bet you can guess where these awful local smokes went.

I got home a year later and brought several packs with me. Next door neighbor would come over and
"forget His Smokes". I set up about 10 or 12 of these smokes just for him. Sure enuf, here he comes and he tried one, didn't say much and chained another. Few minutes later he excused himself, went home and got his own. Never bummed another at my folks place. I laughed at that

 

[jlrhiner]

Well, don't keep us wondering! Did you give her $5.00?

Naw, gave her a $20 and asked for the change.

 

[model70hunter]

Naw, gave her a $20 and asked for the change.

That's funny JL.

When I was in STL I had 2 offices, one out in the burbs and one in a high rise that you could look down on the Edwards Jones Dome or Busch stadium. We went thru a merger and got a new boss. Real winner he was, some guys wanted to drop him off in East STL.

We walked to lunch on his 2nd trip to STL from the coast. We went by a string of panhandlers, give me, give me money. I was in the middle of the pack of city managers, the ones in front kept walking, 3 or 4 bums came up to me, money, money. I said the guy at the end of the line is loaded, buying us lunch and has tons of money. They encircled him and kept demanding money. He pushed thru and said wow wonder why they mobbed me. I knew why.

 

[carpriver]

It seems that the military brings out mooches, I was sent on a 6 month temporary duty. My income for the entire time I was on station was my TDY pay. I bought my meals, laundry, daily needs and smokes and maybe a couple of beers on the weekend. One of the guys sent TDY to work on the team was a mooch from day one. He was single on a meal card so he didn't have to buy his chow. He was always trying to bum a smoke. After about a week of his bumming, I said to him I would sell him a smoke for a nickel. The other guys in the team started doing the same thing, after a couple days of selling this guy smokes he showed up with his own pack. On the our down time we would hit the club. I made it clear that I could not afford to buy rounds. One of the crew had more money for some reason and would drink a couple of beers and would want to buy rounds for the table. I would drink one thank him and make my exit. I got lucky one week and got picked for a TDY to the Philippines. Because the per Diem was higher I got a weeks of full per diem. I used the money to take the team for burgers and beer at the club. I got lucky and wanted to share and pay back some of the guys.

 

[GatorFarmer]

So ...anybody got a dollar they can spare?

Don't worry. I will spend it on ammunition.

 

[HOUSTON RICK]

Then there is my brother-in-law the mooch. Did I tell you about my brother in law the freeloader? You can't top my brother in law when it comes to living off the efforts of others - he makes a procurer look like a hard working, honest citizen. Did I tell you about my brother in law? Dates women, borrows money to woo them, claims to be self employed and rich, marries them and sponges from them until the divorce. I'm sure the girlfriends are often sent to the cleaners too. No Don Juan. A 400 pound 5'5" who confesses to ED and has a heart catheter and pacemaker that we all paid for. sadly, some women will fall for any man who appears decent. I lost count at 5 divorces.

 

[LVSteve]

For a VERY long time there was a lady who worked the car parks around Vegas, especially at the utility HQs. She had a very nice camper van in which to count her loot.

Recently, there was a panhandler who thought it was cute to throw rocks at the cars waiting at a light at the end of a freeway off ramp in North Las Vegas. Not a smart move in that part of town. I think the cops moved him on before somebody just up and killed him.

 

[Izzydog]

I got this kid, that use to our church. He's got some serious mental issues "similar to down syndrome" only not nearly so severe. He's 100% disabled and lives with his mother. God only knows, what happens with the monthly disability check.

I can't get on Facebook without this kid "hitting me up for money"! For a while, it was every day! I was beginning to feel like he does nothing, but sit in front of a computer, and just wait for me to sign on.

Well one day he tells me that his mothers car is about to be repossessed. So he asks me for $200. When I tell him that I can only come up with $100, He says "Thanks anyway". So he didn't get squat from me, and I spent the $100 getting my S&W model 36's hammer replaced.

Last week, he hit me up for $20, for gas money, at 9:00 pm. I feel kinda sorry for the kid, and told him to get with me tomorrow "while I'm on duty".
The next day I got "slammed" with calls for assistance! I barely had time enough to breath. This kid practically "Blew up my telephone" It was so bad that, he called me via instant messenger three times, while I was on a single burglary call! I texted him "look, I'm very busy. I'll call you when I get a break". It didn't help, He still continued to pester me, until I snapped!

I finally got so fed up, that I sent him this message "I'm sorry, I can't give or loan you any money. Don't call me any more!" Only then, did he stop calling.

My wife told me to never-ever, give him a dime! Because, once you start, He'll pester you forever! Besides that, his family gets a hefty sum every month for his disability, that they drink, smoke, and generally waist, as soon as they get.

 

[olcop]

I've said it before, so please forgive me being repetious,
Give what and when you can, but don't enable a professional mooch; I'll Give to someone begging in front of a liquor store----always keep in mind that you never know when an angel has been sent to test you.
olcop. (who should probably know better)

 

[Mickey D]

Cool story.

 

[DeathGrip]

I know a guy that used to show up and ask for a beer. that usually turned into whatever you had until it was gone.

He was at another friends place drinking freebies when I had to go out to my truck. I walked past his truck and noticed his cooler in the back. The damn thing was sweating so I opened it up. It was full.

I brought the cooler around to the garage. He didn't notice at first but figured it out after a while. He didn't say a thing. He knew he'd get his butt kicked by that crowd.

He quit coming around after that. I say GOOD RIDDANCE.

 

[Arik]

I can safely say that I never knew people like this. No one of my friends acts this way, no family that I'm aware of. ...no one.

When at a bar with friends someone pays. Sometimes everyone chips in, sometimes it's one guy. Doesn't matter because sooner or later you'll cover a tab too. Everything goes on one bill, no one counts who had what and how many. If at someone's house, the smokes usually get tossed into a pile eventually, cause it's a pain to keep them in your pocket. No one cares who smokes who's cigs.

 

[jlrhiner]

That's funny JL.

When I was in STL I had 2 offices, one out in the burbs and one in a high rise that you could look down on the Edwards Jones Dome or Busch stadium. We went thru a merger and got a new boss. Real winner he was, some guys wanted to drop him off in East STL.

We walked to lunch on his 2nd trip to STL from the coast. We went by a string of panhandlers, give me, give me money. I was in the middle of the pack of city managers, the ones in front kept walking, 3 or 4 bums came up to me, money, money. I said the guy at the end of the line is loaded, buying us lunch and has tons of money. They encircled him and kept demanding money. He pushed thru and said wow wonder why they mobbed me. I knew why.

My wife's company occupies 3 floors of the LaClede Gas Building. I will occasionally meet her and some other good friends of hers for lunch. It's amazing how acclimated these ladies are to their surroundings. They literally take turns watching me.

 

[CScott]

My wife and I were walking through a city park and came across a homeless guy nodding off on a park bench after a cold night out. He did not look too good. My wife asked him if he had anything to eat that day. He had had nothing. We told him to wait there and we went across the street and bought him a wonder roast chicken, a loaf of good bread, and a couple of apples. We took the food back to him and he looked in the bag and thanked us profusely. I saw a pin on his coat so asked if he had been in the service. He proudly said "Yessir, airborne". We went on our way and stopped to talk to an aquaintance we ran into about a hundred yards away. A few minutes later I loved back at the homeless guy and he was sharing his chicken with two other guys. Those guys were really hungry.
Due to circumstances, I was never in the Service but it breaks my heart to see those that served hungry and sleeping on the streets. The guy was still proud of having served his country and was willing to share what little he had with others in need.
God bless him.

 

[old bear]

I don't know what upsets me more a thief or a full time deadbeat. Now that I think about it, they are just about one in the same... Low life ****s.

 

[Double-O-Dave]

I thought I'd seen low life before when we saw people stealing from the Goodwill drop box (yes, we called law enforcement and reported it), but I was really disgusted last week at our church's annual garage sale. Church members kindly donate their property for sale at this event, and the proceeds are used for our youth ministry program. Because of a shortage of space at the church, they have been operating the garage sale on a donation basis only. There aren't any price tags on anything, and people are just asked to make a donation for anything they take. There were people who loaded their cars five or six times and never left a nickel. One guy loaded his truck three times, and when he was reminded that this was a charity event to raise funds for the youth ministry, he grudgingly handed over a $1, and then asked if we could make change. Sheesh.

Regards,

Dave