Whilst working
In the computer games shop we had a young lad come in on a regular basis in the middle of the day usually during times when he really should have been at school. I felt sorry for the lad as he obviously didn't come from an affluent family. He never had any money and he was often disheveled and dirty and his clothes had seen better days. My sympathy for him was tempered somewhat by the fact that he stunk of stale piss all the time to the point where we used to follow him around with an air freshener spraying when he wasn't looking and also spraying thoroughly after he had left the shop. The nasty cloying ammonia smell was often so bad it even put off the regular customers, many of whom had less than a passing acquaintance with soap and to whom hygene was just a greeting.

I wanted to help but at the time i really didn't know how. I've often wondered what became of him as one day he just stopped turning up. I like to think that the poor kid got help and that someone sorted him out. The world being what it is i doubt it turned out that way.
(andythepieman Is surfing the waves of indifference on, Mon 14 May 2012, 11:10, 1 reply)

Think I may have accidentally married him.

(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Tue 15 May 2012, 15:25, closed)