A few days ago, an acquaintance of mine shared something that reminded me of my own experience. She and her husband had stopped at a gas station when a homeless man asked for some change. When he was given change, the man then asked her husband if he could get him some coffee, to which her husband sarcastically replied, “oh, would you like that with cream too?”
I live in an area where homelessness is a common phenomenon. About three weeks ago, I was walking back to the house when a homeless man asked me for a cigarette. Assuming he meant change, I opened my purse and pulled out the only two dollars I had on me. What he did next completely took me by surprise: he handed me a dollar of my money back and asked me to go in the corner store and get him a cigarette. It took me a few seconds to comprehend what he was asking of me. When I sternly said no! he explained that the shop owner wouldn’t let him in the store. By this point, I was already disappointed. I shook my head and walked on. Maybe if he had said “thank you” and politely asked, I might have entered the store and bought him a cigarette, but he was not polite at all.
PS. For Keith!