Okay, so yes, I am indeed a little bit more fragile and frightened when I walk the streets, dudes, i don't HAVE a phone to GIVE anymore! So tonight, in celebrating Allyson's return to online social glory! (i.e. the lone social interacting I get during the day), I made room in my budget for six beers. (R$6.80) MMMHMM. So I walk to the supermarket, never keeping on the same side of the street...try hitting a moving target now betches!
Grab that beer and paid, and on the walk back, doing the same moving target practices, a man in a wheelchair waves me down. And no joke, this same man in a wheel chair I had encountered before - the day I was deported. He needed a push up the bus ramp, but I immediately said "Nao falo Portugues" and he was like :*( - But this time, despite my first reaction being you cannot get robbed by a cripple but I heard him out, motioned "oh you want me to push you?"...
Dude needed help a hill, and I pushed that man up that hill. And I realized, I neglected this poor man before and what happened? I got deported! I got robbed! Now that I helped him? Well, we are dealing with forces greater than me. But I assume some fat cellphone is gonna fall in my lap, and then some really pretty shamwife.SHamwIfesthenewShamWOWlolz.
GODBLESS
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