The other morning my partner and I were having breakfast before I had to go to work, and we went to a local outpost of a regional fast food chain known for its chicken and biscuits. They serve amazing breakfast biscuits and the most awesome fries, and we'd gotten our meals and had sat down when a guy approached with a sob story.
He and his sister were trying to get back to the state capital about six hours away, and their car had been giving them trouble ever since they'd crossed into this state from a neighboring state. He wanted to know if we could help.
He wanted food, not money, which is why I agreed to help in the first place. My partner refuses to help at all in these sorts of situations ever since he offered to buy a beggar and his son whatever meals they wanted from the menu at the restaurant where they approached him -- and they ordered and got their food, looked him dead in the eye and spat in the food and threw it in the trash. Ever since then, panhandlers can eat shit as far as he is concerned.
But not me. I offered to buy the man two butter biscuits, the cheapest items on the menu, on the thinking that food's food, if that's what you're really after, and I'm a college student living on borrowed money. I don't have a lot to throw around.
The man asked if he could get something with meat instead, which would be considerably more expensive.
"No," I said flatly. "Butter biscuits. Take it or leave it."
"Well, something's better than nothing," he said, then added, "Can I get two cups of water?"
I got him his biscuits and water and saw him off, and spent the rest of the day wondering if perhaps I should have gotten him something more expensive.
What say you?
He and his sister were trying to get back to the state capital about six hours away, and their car had been giving them trouble ever since they'd crossed into this state from a neighboring state. He wanted to know if we could help.
He wanted food, not money, which is why I agreed to help in the first place. My partner refuses to help at all in these sorts of situations ever since he offered to buy a beggar and his son whatever meals they wanted from the menu at the restaurant where they approached him -- and they ordered and got their food, looked him dead in the eye and spat in the food and threw it in the trash. Ever since then, panhandlers can eat shit as far as he is concerned.
But not me. I offered to buy the man two butter biscuits, the cheapest items on the menu, on the thinking that food's food, if that's what you're really after, and I'm a college student living on borrowed money. I don't have a lot to throw around.
The man asked if he could get something with meat instead, which would be considerably more expensive.
"No," I said flatly. "Butter biscuits. Take it or leave it."
"Well, something's better than nothing," he said, then added, "Can I get two cups of water?"
I got him his biscuits and water and saw him off, and spent the rest of the day wondering if perhaps I should have gotten him something more expensive.
What say you?
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