Depreciation
Today I gave a homeless man all the change I had in my pocket, probably a little more than a dollar. He looked at it, looked at me, said "Fuck you", and put it in his styrofoam cup. I was sad. The end.
posted by shelleycoughlin at 1:11 PM
3 Comments:
I gave a man, who was holding a sign "hungry. anything helps", a granola bar. We're talkin' the real thing (oats, nuts, whole 9 yards), and he stopped, looked at it, and kind of tossed it next to his bag. He seemed less than impressed. Those things can keep you full for hours on end...he should have been happy I gave him that instead of a snickers. Isn't there a saying, beggars can't be choosers? maybe our friends haven't heard that one.
Or maybe the money you gave him was Canadian...ever thought of that?
7:17 PM
Are you sure that wasn't me?
5:07 PM
I knew those Canadian quarters would get me in trouble some day...
7:41 AM
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