The Mentally Handicapped VS. The Emotionally Handicapped ROUND I...

So there is a worker at the body shop in Tempe that has the following ritual EVERYDAY:

1. He eats his packed lunch

2. He empties out his sandwich bag to be void of crumbs

3. He folds his sandwich bag into fourths and tucks it into a drawer

Uncle Danny watches this ritual with interest every lunch. He made a bike trip to Walmart the other night to purchase his "latest" necessities. The next day at lunch the Captain witnesses Uncle Danny giving this worker a box of 150 sandwich bags. (Guess what the worker did.)

He handed the box of bags back, got mad, and said, "Why would you give me those things. I don't have any use for them."

ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME. A mentally handicapped person (who lives off of his disability check) uses some of his precious money to buy you an extra large box of baggies and you spit in his face? (Not literally spit, but it is rather Godfather horse head in the bed to me.)

Danny says to Nate on the car ride home, "He must have a hard time with charity."

The winner of this round - - - duh - - - the Mental tard. Please stay tuned for Danny's other adventures with the emotionally handicapped.