656. Bloodsuckers

© Bruce Goodman 28 July 2015

Horace was rather forthright with his opinions. He worked hard and, as he said, because he worked hard he could afford to eat well. Not like those layabouts who sat on their backsides all day and expected handouts. That’s why, at the supermarket he didn’t simply nonchalantly walk past the special food bin where people could donate to the needy; he stomped by and chucked his screwed-up groceries receipt into the food bin. If those lazy bums could read the receipt they’d understand what they were missing out on and start realizing that some people worked to make a living.

Bloodsuckers.

And then Horace lost his job. And he didn’t have any savings. He had to go to the supermarket Food Bank to get things to eat. He wasn’t too proud to do that. Sometimes you just have to swallow your pride and get on with it. He wasn’t afraid to ask for help if he needed it; unlike some of those lazy bums who hadn’t done a scrap of work in their lives and expected people to wait on them hand and foot.

Bloodsuckers.

And then Horace found another job. He worked hard and, as he said, because he worked hard he could afford to eat well. Not like those layabouts who sat on their backsides all day and expected to be waited on hand and foot…