oh lawd, where do I even start.
Firstly, there is definately an element of all-too-aware, self-congratulatory altruism in this post--so for those of you who think I'm being a bit transparent...well, duh.

Secondly I emplore you to give me your own stories of melodramatic heroism.



Anyways,
There's this little o'le lady who lives down the road from me who has a small fruit stand. Poor gal doesn't even have an umbrella. She has to position her fruit stand near a tree to stay out of the sun (getting a tan is a cardinal sin to Asians --but this can't save her from the rain . Imma need to see how much those umbrellas cost.
Anyways, she must be around 60 or 70 years of age---Waaaaayyyyy too old to be working sunup until sundown selling damned fruit. But there's no social security like we think of it in Thailand, so there she is...making a buck baht for her labors.

Sooooo.... I buy fruit from her almost every day that I can....lawd hammercy do I buy fruit from that woman. Her pinapples aren't even the best. Her mangos are DEFINITELY not the best...and I loathe her melons (<--sexual innuendo permissible) on the best of days. But I must spend 50 bahts worth of fruit on this lady each day (that's alot of fruit for one visit).

...and her hands... lawd, her hands. They look worse than even the nappiest, most jankity, dry skin feet on most folks...yall nasty fuckers with those kinds of feet know exactly what I'm talking about. And to witness agonizingly this lady handle my fruit as she's cutting it up is enough to make me a bit queezy. I can't even look at her hands anymore!!

Anyways, I asked myself...why am I doing this? I mean, 50 baht doesn't make that much a difference in her day. And, it's not like it's on me to try and help everybody I feel sorry for out! But the thought of her working until her dying days so completely depresses me that it's like I have this uncontrollable urge to do something...ANYTHING in whatever small way I can to help.

Yall, my digestive track is running über smoothly, I guarantee it--I'm consuming more roughage than a family of PETA members swear to gawd.
I don't even like ripe Papaya for fuck's sake!

Perhaps I'm trying to work on my own karma. Perhaps I see my mom in her--I mean, my mom was born to extremely meager conditions---she once told me that her family flavored their soup with marijuana once because they didn't have any other herbs to do it with ... but yeah, I'm very sensitive to underclass, especially the working elderly. I just think it's WRONG that they have to work.


Anyways, tell me what you do that's pat-on-the-back worthy.


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Mars23 is such an über nerd edit!
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Orangutans are solitary creatures. I find your analogy inaccurate.

Your thread is failing due to inaccurate analogies.

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