I don’t generally brag. But I’m a bit of a humanitarian.
I particularly like spending time with people less fortunate than myself. There aren’t too many of those. I was lucky enough to find some only 47 km from where I live. At first I was sceptical, because their facility has three and a half stars. Point one of a star more than mine.
However, after a few visits I came to realise that perhaps they were worse off, after all. Despite the claim on the internet that people typically spent between one and three and a half hours there, I learned that many of them spend much longer. Indeed, many would be there for life, or at least, what seemed like life. They clearly had not planned their visit as advised by Google Maps.
It was these lifers that interested me the most. Especially those who may have a hidden stash of ill gotten gains they could never retrieve. They needed a good friend. I decided to be that friend.
I conducted an informal survey on my visits to find out what little gift I could legally take them each time that would bring some small pleasure and joy into their sorry lives.
To my great relief, it was not what I expected. I thought they would all want tobacco and I am not a wealthy person. It was quite remarkable to learn they all pretty much craved the same thing, and it was something I could afford in reasonable quantities.
So, it’s true.
Lifers like a box of chocolates.
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