Ok. A prostitute lost her balance and fell on me on the subway. Then a pan handler boarded and gave his spiel down the train car. She mumbled something to me about how annoying it was.
He then approached the hooker and said a man at the other end told him something in Spanish. He said to her, “come with me and tell me what he said,” followed by, “c’mon sweetheart.” And he picked up her purse from the floor and took her hand leading her down to the other end of the train.
They came back a few mins later and sat all cozy next to me. (I got up feigning anticipation for my stop).
Thoughts?
A couple weeks ago I walked by some kids sitting on the sidewalk with a bag of precious carnitas tacos from La Vics; exactly enough for Stephanie and I. One kid boldly asked “Hey is there food in there?!” to which I replied “Yes”, not missing a step.
Am I heartless for not dipping into my taco allotment? Was I mean to truthfully answer his question?
There were 3 of them and I only had 4 tacos. The math didn’t work. I’m not going to buy extra tacos in case I run into this problem again. I’m not going to bring a single taco home for dinner. I’ll probably just use a different street to walk back to my car.
In California we get the “My Car is broken/out of gas so give me $10-20″ panhandling excuse a lot. Like if they present themselves as a middle class person in a bind, we’ll assume that the money won’t go towards cigarettes and booze.