About six weeks ago, we added a stop to one of the routes smack in the middle of the Notorious Oklahoma City Gay Ghetto, right in the parking lot of the biggest shithole down there, aka Angles Club.
Once upon a time, the club was a pretty OK place to go. I remember spending New Year's Eve there in 2001-2002. I had a great time.
The place has deteriorated significantly since then. They can't even manage to stay open at all except for special events. Nobody goes there. It's pretty bad when someplace is too skanky for the skanky part of town it is in.
Anyway, we're there giving out boxes of food to people who are having a hard time in life (and probably need to make better decisions, and probably whatever...) Nonetheless, we're just giving away food. Everyone deserves a bridge to tomorrow, no matter what their past is like.
The last time we were there, I met a kid named Robert who probably isn't as old as my #3 of Six Nephew. He is in the final stages of HIV/AIDS. That kid lives in hell. There's no way he has lived long enough to screw up bad enough to deserve the hell he's walking through right now. It really hurt me to see him. He hasn't even had a chance to live yet, and he's dying - right now - a horrible death. Is it that bad of a thing that we gave him some food to eat? The rest of the world gave up on him long ago. If someone has to walk through hell, do they really have to do it alone? Really?
So today, we're back. And the kid in the previous paragraph didn't show up. But the super efficient (super fat, super belligerent, super stupid, super loudmouth, super bitch) security guard from Angles did. She tells us we have to leave. The guys I'm with try to explain that we have permission to be there, who we got permission from, when, etc, etc. She isn't buying it. She starts calling the Food Bank to complain about us (like what we're doing is so terrible) and goes off on the guy driving the truck. Amazing that those people at Angles are so proud of something so rank and worthless.
What a pig she is, and what a shithole Angles is.
I'm never going in there again - not even to pee!
For the record, we treat the people coming to get free food with far more dignity, respect and courtesy than the staff (and by association, the management and ownership) of Angles treated us. In case you can't tell, I resent the hell out of it.