The other day a raggedy looking man approached me on the street and asked “Can you spare a quarter?” I’m not proud to admit that my immediate response–even before he finished that sentence–was to say “No” and rudely turn away.
But why? Surely I could have spared some pocket change, especially to someone who seemed so desperate.
Searching my soul for the possible reasons I often do this, I can only come up with rationales like:
*My mind is elsewhere at the moment and I’m thrown by the intrusion
*I think everyone’s trying to use me for something
*I thought their approach could have been wittier or more original
*I feel they’ll use the money for “bad” things like booze and drugs
*I figure they can always get it from someone else
*I don’t want to be bothered by reminders of non-fabulousness
*I’m an idiot