I Want ChangeSo this afternoon, I decided it would be a lovely day to go for a nice stroll.
Okay, I'm lying. Susan took the car and I had to go somewhere. This required me to actually go outside.
I'm walking down the street, minding my own business, when this guy sitting on the sidewalk asks me for some change.
I hadn't really noticed him there.
That's not a comment on homeless people. That's a comment on people.
I try not to notice people unless I specifically have to. Unless you are between me and something I want, I probably don't know you exist.
Everyone else is just basically furniture to me.
You can, therefore, understand how disconcerting it would be when one of those pieces of furniture asks me for some pocket change.
At first, I just considered saying no or keeping on walking. Just ignore the guy.
I couldn't do that. Nobody wants to be that guy.
Sure, I could have said I didn't have any change, but then you have to walk really carefully so they don't hear you jingle.
So, with no other option available, I decided to give the guy some change. I reach in my pocket, pick out the last two quarters I had and went to drop them in his cup.
That's when I noticed the guy's cup was half full of change.
And I was giving him my last two quarters.
This was a dilemma for me.
I mean, obviously the guy was homeless. He's sitting on the street asking people for change with a little cup.
On the other hand, he's got more money than me.
Hell, I don't even have a cup.
I noticed a definite lack of cup.
Honestly, I had to stop for a minute and ask myself what the best course of action would be.
Do I give the guy the change?
Or do I keep it for myself?
Really, being a good person, there was only one thing I could do...
I asked him for some change.
Then he got up and walked away. He just ignored me.
I'm sure I heard him jingling as he walked away.