My Car Broke Down Today

My car broke down today. Sob. Sob. Poor me. Some who do not know her, give sympathy. I do not comment, choosing to walk away. Cold hearted, me. Could you loan me lunch money? My purse was in my car. Three people fight over who is giving her the money. I am not one of them. She owes me $18.38 cents already. The next day, her child has broken her arm. The three are taking up a little collection for the doctor’s fee. This child is four, and she has already broken her arm three times? I do not have any money when they come to collect. No one else who has worked with her for over a month had any money either. They think we are cold-hearted. And we are. We have learned to be. High drama. High maintenance. Highly motivated to ask for sympathy, and hint for money or ask right out for it. Run, you three, run!