Saturday, October 19, 2013

Are we rich or poor? Does it matter anymore?

The bedraggled man loitered in the street near the entrance to the diner where I had just ordered. Fingering two small notes in his hand, he looked longingly at the menu posted on the wall above my head. 

Perhaps he was playing to the audience, but after the evaluatory  prevarication (which, sadly, still plagues me after all this time) I went out to ask him if he wanted anything to eat, by which time he had become distracted by the illegal lottery game taking place on the pavement. 

Er, want to eat something, sir? (me, gesturing him to enter)

Er, yes (him)

I went back inside and waited. I then watched him spend his money on the game and wander off.

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