'Get me a coffee man!'
I stopped by the vending machine as The Sponger looked at me with his pitiful eyes.
'Yeah, that'll be 30p.'
Now, thirty whole pence is not a lot of money. But it is night time, I am working and I need to keep myself awake for the whole night. Hence the need for me to drink a coffee rather than rely on my flask of tea. And also, this man here is on the same wages that I am on. So what stops him from putting his own coins into the machine. He has a mortgage, so what? I do not. I live in rented box. He's made his choice, I've made mine. He has a piece of land, I have my coffee.
'Oh man, come on, don't make me beg!'
But that is exactly what you are doing. Begging. Okay, if it was a one off, I would be all right with it. But everytime this man sees me, he looks mournfully at me and asks for a cup of something, tea, coffee, or chocolate. And you know what, he can buy his own cup of hot drink, I have seen him do it plenty of times. Without offering me a cup.
'Yeah, well, I'm also broke. I only have enough cash for myself'.
I hate spending money at work. My mentality is that I come to work to earn not to loose cash. I take the bus into work, I don't drive, unlike my 'friend' over here. I bring in my own packed lunch, and my own drinks, so I do not have to buy anything while I am working, unlike The Sponger who not only spends his own cash without offering, but then looks to other people to support his habbits.
'Yeah I know'.
I would love to tell him to f**k off, but this is a work place. And I got to bite my tongue, for now...