I remember my dad and other neighbor men affectionately calling a neighbor boy 'Moochie'. This kid had an uncany way of getting stuff from other people without stealing it. If he were smaller, they most likely would have named him 'Borrower'. I can't even remember what his real name was, as he was just 'Moochie' to me.
Today, I fit the title well. I'm on Youngest Son's laptop, while he takes a group of middle school students to their afternoon of fitness training at the YMCA. I'm also mooching wireless service from the coffee shop across the street from me. I have gone there for coffee, and would more often if it wasn't for the simple fact that the ice cream shoppe comes first. First in my footsteps and first in my heart.
Not having a car all week, I also have resorted to mooching rides from people. This I find the most humiliating thing I have to do. But, with the current price of gas, it's wonderful to open the door and in just a few steps, be at work.
Yes. That's me. 'Mooch'.
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I am mooching my neighbour's wireless network, and I have mooched an awful lot of help in the move lately.
Mooching rides can be so tough!! I had to do so for a few years in college and I HATED it. Isn't it funny how humiliating it is? Have a great day.
Well, what choice do you have as to mooching rides, with hubby away working? No one ought to complain if you slip them a few dollars for gas when you ride.
Elizabeth
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