Santa Claus, Yeah...He Begs

So, my mom works downtown. She's worked downtown multiple times now and she always comes up with the greatest panhandling stories ever. So this story is via my mom:

When she worked downtown several years ago at some random bank (she's made the rouns..I don't remember which one she worked for at this time, and it has nothing to do with the price of apples on Sunday), and she would ride the bus from West Chester to downtown. Apparently there was this bum that she used to make fun of with her bus stop friends (mom..always the bully). They called him "Santa Claus" because he was fat and wore a red sweatsuit every day.

Each day as they waited for the bus, Santa would make the rounds begging for change, pocket lint and everyone's first born child. One particular day a lady was holding a Snickers bar. Santa comes around, hand held out and he sees this lady with her candybar. He asks, "Can I have that?" and she says "No" and Santa had the nerve to grab it out of her hand and run down the street. I'm positive he also cursed at the woman, bu mom didn't say that part..because she's mom and she doesn't use that language. I think this story would be better if Santa had proceeded to eat the Snickers in her face and blow his chocolate nugety breath on her saying, "this is a delicious candy bar, thanks for letting me STEAL it."

That's one elf who's getting coal this year.....