Mooches I have known.

These stories remind me of my friend Tom.Tom would get bored and now and then,and call me up wanting to go to dinner. Usually when Tom wanted dinner--I would wind up always paying for part of his meal:::::::::because he """forgot""" to bring enough money with him::::: AND--I would have to be the one to always pay the full tip for both of us--in order to keep from being humiliated in front of the waitress. Oh,Tom would leave a "'tip"" for good service--usually a nickle or a quarter at best--when I always left at eat a half a sawbuck. One time, I left a sawbuck tip for the lady waiting on us at one of those "Chicken wings" joints. I got up to go wash hands-came back and saw three ones on the table.I saw Tom waking out the door.May I was pissed.I dug out another five--all I had left in cash--then dashed for the door

I caught Tom outside and asked: "What happened to that ten dollar bill I left for a tip?". Tom said: "I thought ten was too much so I changed it out for the ones and figured you would let me keep the rest for gas.""You thought wrong. I said,dont ever--touch any money Ieave on a table again."" I went back in--gave the waitress that ten and explained what happened.

Needless to say,I never went out to dinner with Tom again. We had along a mutual female friend--Maryjane. Mary was so humiliated too at what Tom did. End of point--Tom now dines alone unless he is with his mother--who is the all time pro--at mooching. His entire family is that way.
 
I would differentiate between someone who is homeless, even an out and out bum, and someone who is simply a parasite. Maybe for whatever reason all a bum can do is beg, and if honest about it, then that is fair. I will give what I have. This goes back to ancient times, and I think the Old Testament mentions leaving a tenth of the product of a field for those who need it, suggesting ancient roots to charity.

Parasites, aka mooches, tend to pretend to be a friend. In some cases they will act like they are doing you a favor by their behavior.

The late Realtor Bob was a parasite, but he was an entertaining one. The occasional free meal bought his amusing digressions. Maybe that was not so much parasitism after all, as a trade of sorts. For all that, if he pushed his luck too much, he got the steak that looked a little off and had been dropped on the floor. Shrug.

I have not smoked store bought cigarettes socially since college when Chesterfields were $1.69 a pack. A fine smoke, I still miss. But few people could stand a full length unfiltered cigarette, those who could I was happy enough to let have one.

I don't recall anyone ever asking me for a bowl of pipe tobacco. I suppose if they did, I would share, the nominal cost being out weighed but getting an opinion on my blend.
 
If I ever decided to try smoking?--it would have to be with a pipe. I like the smell of some pipe tobacco--like the cherry flavored.
 
Around the Phoenix area there seems to be a person with a sign on every other corner,but, one afternoon as I was coming out of my favorite barbeque place , a lady walked right up to me and said "you got twenty dollars?" Me thinking huh? I asked for what? she said " anything you want". ran away very quickly,she didn't even have a sign
 
Went on a call near Christmas where a Christmas tree was stolen from a residence. I followed the trail, and thought I had found the thief, but looking at his place, he was dirt poor, I went back to the residence from where the tree had been stolen, and gave the family enough money to buy another, better tree.

Another time I saw a guy standing by the on ramp to the Turnpike waiting, hopefully, for a someone to give him a ride. It was cold and he looked hungry. I went to a fast food place and got him several burgers, some fries, and a large coffee. Took the food to him and when I asked him to come to the Cruiser, he seemed apprehensive. When I handed him the bag, he was very appreciative.

There was a Vet in town who had mental problems, but I always got along with him. He had asked me for money a few times, and every time, he made sure to pay me back as soon as he could. I usually gave him $10.00 or $20.00 on occasion and told him he didn't need to pay me back. He was always friendly and talked to me when he saw me. Don't know what happened to him as I lost touch after retiring.
 
I don't recall anyone ever asking me for a bowl of pipe tobacco. I suppose if they did, I would share, the nominal cost being out weighed but getting an opinion on my blend.

Back in my youth when I still smoked, I worked with a bunch of guys who were all cigarette moochers. Now this was when I was in the Army and you could buy a pack of cigarettes for $0.25 - yeah, they still mooched. I thought I'd fix that problem by switching to a pipe. This worked for a while until another guy bought a pipe so he could mooch pipe tobacco from me.

I thought I'd fix him by taking the last couple of bowls of tobacco left in the bottom of the pouch and mixing it with bits of cut up rubber bands before I "gifted" him the rest of the pouch. Well, ol' moochy proceeded to light up and was completely oblivious to the noxious clouds of burning rubber smoke he was putting out. It was so bad that he cleared the office. When my boss found out what I did he made me apologize to moochy AND I had to buy him a pouch of real pipe tobacco. The upside was that the boss had an "all hands" meeting and said there was to be no more mooching by anyone as it had a detrimental effect on morale. Smart guy, and a good boss.

Regards,

Dave
 
Dave pocket the buck and tell him his change is waiting in heaven or the other place.

Actually, what I did was give him my best smile, and I said: "And may the light of the Lord shine on you as well." The look on his face was priceless - well it was worth at least a buck.

Regards,

Dave
 
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