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We have some regulars who ask for money on the street by my office, which means that I see many of them regularly. The one man I give money to fairly regularly keeps his request limited to "Spare change?" and then says thank you.
There is a woman I've given money to a couple of times, who appears to be in her early 60's. I don't know her story, and I really don't want to, but she usually keeps her request to a minimum. But, then, this happened:
The other day, I took my lunch break and walked down to Gamestop to pay for a game I had preordered for my kids. <bg> Things have been very hard right now, as my husband was arrested in June for attacking me (he's out of the house, convicted, and I have a protective order), he's filed for a legal separation, the kids and I are recovering, but our lives have been shaken up (and things are getting better), and we're all under stress. Just after I left the office, I had received an upsetting call from the government counselor who was making the recommendation on child custody (my husband completely lied about his drug use), so I was very stressed out, as well as with juggling money to make sure that all the bills are paid as well as buying holiday and birthday gifts.</bg>
After finishing the call, I continued my walk to the game store, sniffling, red eyed, and tunnel visioned. The clerks at the store are always very nice, and made a point of not commenting (thank you, nice gamer guys) on my appearance. I walked out the door, turning to return to work, and then hear the above woman screaming at me, "You've changed, you're just like all the others, you don't even notice me anymore!!!eleventy11!!!!!!!" Seriously, top of her lungs. I turned toward her a moment, then just walked away.
Really? I'm beginning to understand why you're asking for handouts on the street. And that $5 I gave you a few weeks ago? That's the last money you'll be seeing from me.
There is a woman I've given money to a couple of times, who appears to be in her early 60's. I don't know her story, and I really don't want to, but she usually keeps her request to a minimum. But, then, this happened:
The other day, I took my lunch break and walked down to Gamestop to pay for a game I had preordered for my kids. <bg> Things have been very hard right now, as my husband was arrested in June for attacking me (he's out of the house, convicted, and I have a protective order), he's filed for a legal separation, the kids and I are recovering, but our lives have been shaken up (and things are getting better), and we're all under stress. Just after I left the office, I had received an upsetting call from the government counselor who was making the recommendation on child custody (my husband completely lied about his drug use), so I was very stressed out, as well as with juggling money to make sure that all the bills are paid as well as buying holiday and birthday gifts.</bg>
After finishing the call, I continued my walk to the game store, sniffling, red eyed, and tunnel visioned. The clerks at the store are always very nice, and made a point of not commenting (thank you, nice gamer guys) on my appearance. I walked out the door, turning to return to work, and then hear the above woman screaming at me, "You've changed, you're just like all the others, you don't even notice me anymore!!!eleventy11!!!!!!!" Seriously, top of her lungs. I turned toward her a moment, then just walked away.
Really? I'm beginning to understand why you're asking for handouts on the street. And that $5 I gave you a few weeks ago? That's the last money you'll be seeing from me.
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