So here’s a fucked up follow up to the food charity entry I wrote yesterday: to recall, I was approached by some random guy who I think is homeless who asked for some food so I decided to get him a pizza from a place I frequent, and I think that opened up the can of worms because I straight up told him to wait a bit and he would get his food. Well, I think I supremely lowballed how much time it would actually take to get that food out so he was just loitering around the premises being a total nuisance that multiple other people had to report him. On that end, he was confronted by one of the staff and he literally pulled the bullshit race thing of “you don’t know what it’s like to be homeless, you’re (insert race here)” and by that point the staff was having none of that shit so the guy was told to get the fuck out. It’s funny because he mentioned that someone was gonna get him food (me,) but I guess that part wasn’t communicated. Luckily, someone who is also a regular at the location I frequent had his birthday so I gave him that pizza as a birthday gift. Mistakes into miracles, they say.