I had a young man approach me on the street tonight and ask if he could have the leftovers I was carrying.
I was waiting to cross the road. The conversation went something like this:
Him: Hey, can I have that?
Me: What? No.
Him: Your food, your extra food, can I have it?
Me: No dude, this is mine.
Him: You’re not going to give your food to a kid on the street? (ed. note: “kid” = 24)
Me: No. No I’m not.
Luckily the light turned then and I started walking across the road with another woman who had been standing there.
Her: Are you serious? He thought you were going to give him your food?
Me: Right?! What the hell?
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adventuresintralalala said:
Someone came up to us in Chicago once and ripped the box right out of my husband’s hand.
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one time I gave a homeless guy a full beer I smuggled out of a bar. It felt good.
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