Monday morning

I was at the train station. There was a junky going around putting the bite on ppl to use their phone. I couldn’t listen to this shit first thing on a Monday morning. The junky approached me ” Can I use your phone to ring my poor dying mother?” Said the junky. Who the fuck would buy a story like that, or even be able to listen to this shit in the first place. ” Nah…. man” I said.  ” I’ll ask soneone else” said the junky in a deflated manner. ” You do that” I said. I would rather be judged by twelve than carried by six – said someone once, I could never disagree with that sentiment. He moved on to a soft touch. To my horror the soft touch handed over his phone, the junky called the ‘poor dying mother’ with these words ”  Im at the train station, hurry up, Im really sick, of course I have the money”. It takes all sorts I guess.