Wise cracker: “I don’t help people who are able-bodied”.
I’ll have to disagree with the bitch because although some people can walk and talk, and through no fault of their own, they may have problems other than physical limitation.
I told the twosome over breakfast how I “helped” a retarded kid carry two Styrofoam cups of water to his mother and two other/young siblings. I didn’t think this was no trouble at all for me; since we are Christians.
We were having refreshments in the parish hall after the Antipolo mass two weeks ago on Saturday evening. I had helped an old/short white woman fetch a folding/metal chair for her friend but ended up giving it to an Asian woman and her three little kids.
That’s when I encountered the buck-teeth of a kid. “Where can I get water? How am I supposed to carry these three drinks?” Of course, I was there to “help” anyone in need. In my mind, there was no problem you damn retard! So off we went to the table where the young family had their refreshment of Filipino food.
I also gave up my folding chair to an Asian (Japanese?)/old/skinny woman and fetched another for myself. Again, I don’t mind being “dogged”/lead around the “leash”; since I’ve been “crossed-trained” rather intensively/daily at home while being un/deremployed, heck, all of my whole damn life.
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