Maybe it's the Christmas spirit

Or maybe it's because I'm crazy, but I fed a "homeless" man lunch today. I was grocery shopping at Aldi and this man walks up to me and asks if he can take my cart back for me. I had Avery in the carseat on the cart, so I said no thanks because I didn't want to put her in the car just yet, nor did I want homeless man stealing my baby. He then says, "I know you can't give me a ride, but I'm really hungry and have 14 cents in my pocket. I hitchhiked here from VA with a trucker." Well wouldn't ya know it, I'm from VA too!!! I didn't tell him that though, because I doubt he knew about JMU or really even cared about the Duke Dog. So I tell him I don't have any cash but I can go get him something and bring it back. Well picky homeless man wants seafood from a place right around the corner...geez...lets face it when your homeless and have no money you gotta get your seafood fixes when you can. I tell him I'll finish loading up my groceries and meet him there, he can walk. At this point I actually think I heard Avery say out loud, "Mom, this is not safe, what are you trying to do to me?" But something inside was saying that this would be okay and that homeless man really needed some food. I say a quick prayer and meet him at the restaurant, and he introduces himself as James, just to be safe (because I'm sure I'm the only Allyson in Charlotte and he would find me) I withhold any of my personal info. I go inside and order him a croaker plate with greens and mac n cheese...yes honestly, this is what James requested. I don't even know what croaker is. I want to croak just thinking about it. But wouldn't ya know it, the people working there KNOW James. The lady there wrote his name on the ticket without us telling her what his name was. James James, James, liar liar pants on fire. Up until this point I had thought maybe you were an angel in disguise and I needed to feed you, but James, really, angels don't lie about hitchhiking here from VA. Anyways I proceed to buy James his $10 lunch and load myself Avery back into the car, James says Merry Christmas, gives me a fist bump and goes and eats his lunch.

After I got home, I got to thinking, you know, I wish I had asked James more questions and gotten his real story. So I decided to call the restaurant. The lady tells me James is in there every day and they let him do little odds and ends jobs but he doesn't work there, they just help him out when they can, he doesn't have a job or a home. So he really is homeless, a homeless liar, but nonetheless homeless. So James, here's to you my friend, and quit lying to people in the Aldi parking lot, I would have bought you lunch even if you had told the truth.