This thread about panhandlers, titled The Scene: Parking Lot, Middle of the Night, http://www.customerssuck.com/board/s...ad.php?t=51230 brought back to mind why I had a problem with panhandlers for a number of years.
Though I try to have sympathy and courtesy for panhandlers, there were three incidents when I lived in Portland, Oregon that caused me to look askance at panhandlers for years.
Incident the first. I was riding home on the MAX after job hunting downtown. EW Panhandler the 1st had cornered two girls (who couldn't have been more than 12!) and was hassling them for "any spare change you might have" to the point the girls were in tears. When he put his hand on the shoulder of one of them, I hollered at him to get the #$%% away from the kids and stop making them cry. He scuttled to the other end of the car, muttering to himself, and bolted off at the next stop. The worst part of this was other adults were present, but said nothing!
Incident the second. I was walking downtown to the Civic Auditorium for a show, when a panhandler approached me and DEMANDED!!
not asked, demanded, five dollars! I told him, no way, and walked on. He turned around and SPIT ON MY BACK!
I turned back in shock, to see him walking away as if nothing had happened. I stepped up behind him and planted my right foot in his rear end so hard he fell down, something I am not proud of, but really! The nerve!
Incident the third. I was cleaning out the freezer at my store and found some expired microwaveable sausage biscuits. I asked SM if I could take them downtown to the food mission. He okayed it, and off I went. As I carried this huge box in the front door, I had to move through a crowd of street people waiting outside for dinner. I noticed the smell of marijuana, and thought to myself, "Why do these people have money for dope, but not food?" (Please, everyone, no fratching!)
After some years of mellowing, I have regained sympathy for the unfortunate, but it took some time!
Though I try to have sympathy and courtesy for panhandlers, there were three incidents when I lived in Portland, Oregon that caused me to look askance at panhandlers for years.
Incident the first. I was riding home on the MAX after job hunting downtown. EW Panhandler the 1st had cornered two girls (who couldn't have been more than 12!) and was hassling them for "any spare change you might have" to the point the girls were in tears. When he put his hand on the shoulder of one of them, I hollered at him to get the #$%% away from the kids and stop making them cry. He scuttled to the other end of the car, muttering to himself, and bolted off at the next stop. The worst part of this was other adults were present, but said nothing!
Incident the second. I was walking downtown to the Civic Auditorium for a show, when a panhandler approached me and DEMANDED!!


Incident the third. I was cleaning out the freezer at my store and found some expired microwaveable sausage biscuits. I asked SM if I could take them downtown to the food mission. He okayed it, and off I went. As I carried this huge box in the front door, I had to move through a crowd of street people waiting outside for dinner. I noticed the smell of marijuana, and thought to myself, "Why do these people have money for dope, but not food?" (Please, everyone, no fratching!)
After some years of mellowing, I have regained sympathy for the unfortunate, but it took some time!
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