"I'm starving. My stomach pangs are killing me. How can I cope?"
My 'free' therapist was annoyed. "I'm sorry, sir. There is no 'coping' for hunger. Either you get food or die. It can't be helped."
"I was told I could get help here."
"We don't offer that kind of help. This is not a food pantry. Come back when you have a life."
I stood up to leave. "Can I at least suck on your toes?"
"Please, go now!"
On my way out I kicked a hole in the wall.
"Sorry," I shrugged. "Couldn't be helped."
My 'free' therapist was annoyed. "I'm sorry, sir. There is no 'coping' for hunger. Either you get food or die. It can't be helped."
"I was told I could get help here."
"We don't offer that kind of help. This is not a food pantry. Come back when you have a life."
I stood up to leave. "Can I at least suck on your toes?"
"Please, go now!"
On my way out I kicked a hole in the wall.
"Sorry," I shrugged. "Couldn't be helped."
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