... to do, today. I took the Gryphon's delight out for a drive to check something I had not been able to yesterday. I also stopped and picked up some fish on the way back. I ran into a local panhandler on the way who I recognized. This time he wasn't asking for "gas money" but was trying to sell some DVD for "three bucks or whatever." The interesting thing was his location. He was about five miles ...
... make a squeaky noise as she crunches through the newly fallen snow. She's just crossed the street when she feels a hand grab the arm of her coat. A drunk from one of the bars or maybe a panhandler. She pulls away her arm and walks faster, glancing around to see if there's anyone else walking down Nicollet Mall. She digs in her left coat pocket for her cell phone, just in case. "Penny," she ...
.... It was back to work. About an hour later we had a regular - which means addict who steals/scams - come in, claiming she'd left her wallet and ID with us. "I thought you were a homelesspanhandler?" I brought up the fact that she's always outside, begging for money and holding a sign stating she's homeless and pregnant. "And for that matter, haven't you been pregnant for like 13 months now? Is ...
... they weren't making enough money... I will have to keep that in mind. I drove by the one near my house just to see the parking situation and sketchiness at this time during the night. There was a panhandler sitting outside. I don't like panhandlers, so I will have to visit a new location if I intend on studying late. Maybe the Yaletown one, I bet that's closer than Spruce too, and I hear it's ...
... make a squeaky noise as she crunches through the newly fallen snow. She's just crossed the street when she feels a hand grab the arm of her coat. A drunk from one of the bars or maybe a panhandler. She pulls away her arm and walks faster, glancing around to see if there's anyone else walking down Nicollet Mall. She digs in her left coat pocket for her cell phone, just in case. "Penny," she ...
... the show tonight, in between buses, we stepped into at starbo's at 3rd and pike for a snack, where we met a polar bear cookie. i am kissing it before i bite its face off. which prompted a panhandler-looking boy in his 20s to stop, stand in front of our starbucks window, write "POLAR BEAR MURDERER" on a newspaper page in sharpie, and hold it up to the glass. he never smiled. then he walked ...
...does as straight as a biblical literalist takes the eye of the needle? Then meet Michael Malice. No, really. That's his name. He's a New York City author and blogger who calls himself both a genius and an "elitist anarchist." What's that mean? It means that if a panhandler asks him for a little money or food, Malice says, "I could, but then you might live longer, so you see my dilemma." Teehee.
I gave the last of my cash to a panhandler yesterday. I usually look to see if I have money when I see them, and I usually don't. But this time I did and didn't bother to count it before I handed it out. I think it was around $9. Of course, now I'm starving and have no money for breakfast. *sigh* Oh well. He probably needed it more than me. I can stand to let my tummy growl for another couple ...
Dearpanhandler playing bongos at the Chinatown T stop, I think "God bless you" is supposed to be a benediction, not an accusation. Perhaps if you didn't shout "God bless you!" at everyone as though it were a curse, they would give you change. I can do some market research and get back to you, if you like. Sincerely, captain_sam
If you happen to be standing near 18th & I, check out the panhandler with a boombox that was, when I passed him, blasting Bittersweet Symphony. It's possible that by the time you get there, it'll be Breakfast at Tiffanys or RunawayTrain or maybe Get What You Give or something, but that's not really that much of a difference. Personally, I think the guy's carved out a great niche for himself, ...
