Friday, November 7, 2003
Tonight on our way home, at the T, a guy came up to us and said, "Excuse me guys, you're going to be about the sixth people I've asked, but I'm trying to get some train fare and I only have 50 cents." Then we tell him we don't have any cash and he gets all agitated and says, "How is it possible that six different people come by not a single one of them had a cent to help someone out? This place is spiritually bankrupt!" then he started ranting and we had to act not scared and leave.
Listen buddy, you're not getting any money from anybody by yelling at them in a scary way in a dark courtyard. Secondly, you have to realize that you are about the millionth person to tell me today that you just need a few cents for train fare. Last, you have no business lecturing me about how I must have cash. You don't know me, I don't know you. But just because you see me coming out of the train station and because I'm not accosting people for change, doesn't mean I can give you any money. Anyway, I thought Rob Reed might have to punch him in the face, but we just left. I also spent the whole trip home steaming about it. I don't know what the answer is, but I know what it's not - you bullying me into giving you fifty cents.
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