There is a gas station around the corner from our townhouse that we stop by frequently to gas up or grab some beer on the way home. It’s constantly busy because the gas prices are at least 10 cents cheaper than the station across the street it and it also has a RedBox that gets frequent use from the many apartment residents that live nearby.
Unfortunately over the last few years, because it is such a high traffic area, this store has attracted more and more panhandlers. And they are becoming more and more aggressive. The store employees call the police and they come by and sit for a little while but eventually they must move on to other pressing matters (like robberies and the like) and so when they leave, the panhandlers come right back.
The straw that broke the camel’s back for me happened a few weeks back, when I stopped there on my way home to grab some beer for Myron (and pralines for myself…they have the BEST pralines, yo!) and I got approached by a dude trying to sell me something. Folks are always out there hustling, so I told him I wasn’t interested and went on in the store. I came back out, dude comes back up to me AGAIN, and follows me to my car and really scared me. I cussed him out, got in the car and went home and told Myron. I had to physically restrain my husband from going back up there, but I told him I wasn’t going back up there alone anymore. Period.
Apparently, they have annoyed my husband to the point of no return as well. A few days ago, Myron stopped by the store for a quick beer run and as usual, was approached by a beggar trying to sell something or other. Myron responded with his usual statement: “I don’t carry cash/Don’t want what you’re selling.” He goes on in the store to shop. While standing in line, the beggar dude COMES IN THE STORE and starts harassing my husband as he is standing in line trying to pay for his stuff. WDDDA??? At this point, Myron has to get loud with dude to get him to back up off of him and then dude catches an attitude.
Oh before I forget, an honorable mention goes out to the dude who asked Myron for a dollar on another occasion and then when he couldn’t get a dollar, asked Myron for one of his beers. *sigh*
So we are going to take a break from the Valero corner store for a while cause the beggars are just totally out of control and running amuck over there. I realize times are hard, but damn!
Do you give money to panhandlers? Are they real aggressive where you live?