Those Poor Children (In Multiple Senses Of The Word)

In my town, there’s this run-down grocery store that has a hole-in-the-wall restaurant in it, but holy moly, the food is knee-slappin’ good.

One day, I’m sitting down there eating my food, and a woman with three small kids all under the age of five or so stops at my table.

Woman: “Could you help me pay for my groceries?”

She proceeds to give me her sob story of how she’s a single mom, has no money, needs to feed her kids, etc. I don’t care about her, but with anything involving children or animals, I will oblige and help whenever I can. I wouldn’t say I’m super rich, but I make pretty good money and cand spare $100.

Me: “Sure. I can spare $100. I’ll finish my meal, and when you’re done shopping, just grab me so I can pay it at the register for you.”

She thanks me generously, and her kids look timid for whatever reason.

The woman comes back in about thirty minutes, and she has a ton of stuff like T-bone steaks, shrimp, and lobster. I’m guessing there’s a sale!

The cashier rings up the items, and the total is $346!

Me: “Lady, I told you $100. If you need to feed your family, you can grab essential food items for $100.”

She then proceeds to embarrass me and say:

Woman: “You entitled Asian privileged b****, stealing American jobs because you have good stereotypes! You can’t help us?”

Me: “Okay, fine. F*** this, See ya, lady.”

But she then apologized profusely and started to remove the expensive items, keeping the essentials — pasta, rice, chicken, veggies, juice, snacks, etc. I still paid for it; I just wanted to make sure the kids were fed.

Was I scammed? Probably.