Yesterday afternoon I left the hotel to grab some supper, heading towards the PotBelly a couple blocks away in search of soup. On the way, a homeless guy was walking along side me. He waved or something, so I said hello. He started motioning with his hands awkwardly, asking for money or food - it was hard to tell exactly. The assumption was that he couldn’t speak. I told him I didn’t have any cash. 2 dollars? No, I don’t have any cash. But I’m hungry, he motioned. Tell you what, I said, I’m going into this PotBelly here to grab some dinner. I can buy you dinner. How’s that? Maybe a little reluctantly, he agreed.
I got up to order and ordered myself a baked potato soup and a turkey sandwich for him. While waiting in line to specify toppings, he walked out of line and starting asking for money from the other patrons, this time with his vocal cords fully in tact. By the time I got to the cashier and paid, he was gone.
When I walked out, I could see him a block over, begging. I considered walking over and handing him his sandwich, but half out of laziness and half out of spite, I walked the other way, back to the hotel. He lied, so I didn’t give him his sandwich.
Back in the room, I spent another evening watching mindless TV. I can’t wait to come home.

















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