Bloglander

To the man who scammed me outside of Atticus, congratulations on destroying
my meager faith in humanity. I kindly loaned you $40 so you could buy gas
for an emergency, return, and repay me (with a tip in your own words). I
waited at Atticus for over an hour, but you never returned. Yes,
undoubtedly, I was uncommonly naive, but you, sir, are nothing more than a
common carptetbagger. I hope you run out of that gas and get into a tragic
automobile accident.