I spent a month at a Salvation Army shelter once. That shelter has a one month limit. After a month you have to leave. The staff were mostly nice but most of the women I had to share sleeping quarters with were not the best company. Most were addicts. One was a manipulative person who could seem nice most of the time on the surface, but every now and then her true nasty side showed through. Her husband was staying on the men's side of the shelter, and he was almost as bad as her, but she was the worst of the two. Because I am an Aspy fool I tried to be nice and help them out with rides, as I had a car, but they saw me as an easy mark and took advantage of me a few times. I don't know why some people like to take advantage of someone who is trying to be nice to them. I felt since we were in the same boat--homeless--we could help one another out, me with giving rides, and they could give me info on places to work, live cheaply, etc. It didn't work out that way. I think I would prefer to live out of my car if I am ever homeless again. Also the wife had a habit of leaving her radio on when the rest of us were trying to sleep, and she would pretend to be sleeping until someone would get up to shut her radio off, and then she wouldn't let anyone shut it down. I myself had to go to the staff one night to tell them about it. I finally got fed up and stopped helping that couple. I found out later from a nicer room mate there that both of these people were addicts. Figures.
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