Unfiltered Story #301847

(*When I was a young teen, as a way to pass time and get some money back from the videogames I had no intention of keeping around, I roamed the beach and approached beachgoers who looked like possible clients. I failed, being politely declined or told that I had nothing of interest, more often than not, but it beat sunbathing stock still for hours for me.

One time I approached a beach umbrella that had two kids and two adults under it. One of the kids was a rather young girl that looked like an unlikely candidate, while the other was a boy only a little bit younger than me. I decided to go for it: I approached them, did my presentation shtick and laid the games out on the beach cot. As I presented the game, the little girl approached me.*)

Girl: “Why don’t you go home? Don’t you have anything to do?”

Me: craning my neck confused “What did you say?”

(All of the sudden, the parents get protective as the dad pulls the girl away and the mother awkwardly smiles at me.)

Mother: “Oh, it’s not nothing, don’t mind her, she didn’t mean anything?”

Me: still confused “Oh, well, if you say so…”

(And I went back to my spiel. In the end I managed to sell one of my games, so I packed up and left. As I walked away, I heard the mother loudly scolding the girl.)

Mother: “Not everyone has a home like you do! What if he needs to sell to have a meal, or is forced to, or if he doesn’t have a home at all? What if he had gotten mad? Had he heard you, he could’ve decided to spank you or, worse, punch us!”

(*I walked away, baffled at how I, pasty early teen in fairly nice clothes that I was, could have looked like the kind of person to beat people, or look seriously homeless*)