A co-worker and I had gone fishing one day. On the way home he saw a "Goats 4 Sale - CHEAP" sign and had me follow the arrow to the farm. I didn't have a pen on the truck and the only way we could transport them back to his place was to hog tie them and put'em in the bed of the truck. As we were driving back thru the northern edge of Houston the goats were really "crying" to get out of the truck. When two panhandlers approached the truck the goats were getting louder and sounding like a couple kids or women crying. The panhandlers eyes got as big as saucers and they slowly started backing away from the truck. They never turned their backs toward us and folks in the other cars around us were looking on, trying to figure out what was going on. When the light turned green we only advanced four or five spaces and had to wait again for the light. My co-worker had realized what was going on and handed me a couple $20's to offer the panhandlers. I started calling over to them waving the bills. They picked up their worldly possessions and ran away from the intersection. We were off again the next day so we headed back to the same intersection to see if they were there. Sure enough, there they were until I blew the truck horn and waved at them to come over. I never saw them at that intersection again.
disgusting isn't it!
