I took a late lunch today at the Farragut North food court. On my walk home from my Orange Chicken feast, I encountered a homeless man. It's Washington, so I'm used to it.
The homeless man asks the guy walking in front of me for change. To my absolute shock, the man's response was, "Don't worry. The guy behind me will take care of you."
I gave the homeless guy all of my change. A whopping quarter. No big loss, and I am sure he'll find a better use for it than I would have. But, Jesus Christ. I am a 23-year-old in a wrinkled shirt and a baseball cap. You are an older man wearing a spiffy suit in the business district of Washington. You have more money than me! Do not volunteer my money to homeless people. Thanks.