He was asking for change.
He was just wandering up to people in the street and asking for change.
I watched him from the coffee shop. Here it was nice and warm; steam rose from my espresso. Outside it was freezing.
He wasn't in rags, he could have passed unnoticed like the rest of us. But he was going up to people and asking for change. At least I'm guessing it was change, I can't read lips but it didn't look like he was asking for directions or for the time or for the latest on Britney Spears. And he wasn't dancing or singing or selling anything. He was just asking for money.
Nobody gave him any.
He looked around, our eyes met, I looked down, then he moved on, up the street.
Doesn't he know that nothing in life is free? We have to fight for things. Except my coffee. My coffee was free because I had a loyalty card and this one was free. Thinking about it, I should really have ordered a large decaf skinny mocha frappuccino.
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