Had a run-in with a begging Grease Goblin yesterday at the gas station. So yesterday, I was in line at the gas station and I saw this middle aged (?) Butter Beast ahead of me, probably about 6 foot, 300+ lbs of lard, thinning hair, dead look in his eyes, possibly diabetic leg, doesn't look like he's seen his own penis in a few years, you know the type. Anyway, he buys a pack of cigs and two 12 packs of diet coke (tee hee), and then waddles back to this newish SUV by the gas pumps. I pay for my things and walk back to my car, and low and behold, this Hammy barks at me, "Hey, can you spare so change so I can get some food?" I look over at the Diet Coke, "Why can't you just return one of those?" He says "They're for his girlfriend." I just laughed and shook my head, "Just return the diet coke, you'll get four dollars for food then." He just waves me off like begging for food money at the gas station is a regular occurrence for him. Is shame dead in this country?