There is a kid outside of a Von’s Supermarket in Manhattan Beach, collecting money for the environment.
I would tell him to get a job, but he has one sort of.
I guess I mean a real job.
Before everyone gets their panties in a twist about his “noble” job of saving the world, consider this.
The kid is about 30 years old.
I call him kid because there is obviously a part of him that is damaged into thinking that this minimum wage job, hell any minimum wage job, is acceptable for a grown man.
But his choice of jobs is a sad one.
The argument that he is trying to make a difference would be a valid one except that, its a waste of time.
Their approach to fixing the issue is colored by a misconception of the facts and a generous helping of greed.
Long story there.
Anyway, that is not the story today.
He is a simple kid who thinks he’s helping and despite my views, its not my job to educate his world views.
The whole point of the day is the shitty line.
I was walking to the Von’s on my way down to my office, when a Powder blue Prius pulled into the slot near the front door.
I was about 5 feet behind him when the environmental kid spoke up.
“Donate to save the environment, sir?”
Its as polite as organized begging gets.
The response, however, was not.
It was also epic.
“I drive a Prius, asshole, I am doing my fucking part.”
Venom filled, arrogant, shitty, and over kinds of rude.
The kid, for his innocent simple minded part, was stunned, mouth hanging open.
I just started laughing, loud.
Nothing screws up a tense situation like someone laughing loudly and unable to either stop or quite down.
I lost it.
Made my day.
I gave the kid a buck as I went by.
Entertainment like that is worth a buck.