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Begging is not a job, man.
On a park bench, Whatsapp'ing away what's left of my youth and a wheel chair gracefully rolls in and parks next to me. I look at the old, paraplegic lady seated on it... then at the grown ass MUSCULAR young man pushing it! Uh... Not saying a word, the old lady shakes the can in her hand making a loud, gawd-awful jingle. Awesome. This is a pantomime. I should take out my wallet and shake it at her too, see how she likes it.
But I don't do that. The rattling coins attract attention and I don't like attention. Plus, I get rather uncomfortable aaargh damn you, wheelchair pushing man.
Loss of dignity.
On a park bench, Whatsapp'ing away what's left of my youth and a wheel chair gracefully rolls in and parks next to me. I look at the old, paraplegic lady seated on it... then at the grown ass MUSCULAR young man pushing it! Uh... Not saying a word, the old lady shakes the can in her hand making a loud, gawd-awful jingle. Awesome. This is a pantomime. I should take out my wallet and shake it at her too, see how she likes it.
But I don't do that. The rattling coins attract attention and I don't like attention. Plus, I get rather uncomfortable aaargh damn you, wheelchair pushing man.
Loss of dignity.