Mista mista

So today I took my babies to the movies.  We made a quick stop at the store to get some candy.  On my way in a lady was standing outside asking for help.  I politely declined.  Then, on my way out, I'm walking to the car with my children, and some man comes walking up like he's following us (strike 1).  So I stop, make sure my little people are good, and look him dead in his face.  Mind you, at this point I'm all the way irritated.  Ya'll, I can be the nicest person, or the meanest person.  It'all depends.

He looks at me, with a University of Michigan sweatshirt on (that's 2 strikes), and says, "Excuse me, do you have 50 cents you can spare?"  In a span of 2 sec my inner voice said, wtf are you gonna get with 50 cents?  Who asks for 50 cents? Why you running up on me like we know each other?"

I think my whole face just flashed a WTF.   

I responded, "no," and got in the car all the way pissed off.  Now, ya'll are probably wondering why I was so upset.  Here's the thing...I don't know this man's story.  Maybe he needed change for the bus, or he was short for something else, I don't know.  If that was the case he should have said so.  What I do know though, is that he saw a woman, walking with 2 children that look just like her, and his grown, from what I can tell, able bodied self just asked her for 50 cents.  I should probably mention there was another grown man standing right outside the door when I came out.  He walked right past him and didn't say a word.  Not only that, but this grown, able bodied man had on a U of M sweatshirt, and my team, Michigan State University, just lost the damn game (yeah, I'm mad).  So no, I do not have 50 cents for you sir.

Ya'll, I had to have a talk with my son. I'm like, yo, when you get grown, don't you ever go asking a woman with children for money.  Or any woman for that matter.  Who is raising these men?!  I am just done for the day.