Ok this may sound unsympathetic but does anyone hate that moment they are sat trying to avoid eye contact on the crowded train and hear…
“Any spare change please… Any spare change?”
That’s exactly what happened to me this week.
Everyone on the carriage suddenly becomes very interested in the floor or cranes their necks to look at the ‘very interesting’ view out of the window.
I’m normally fairly tolerant of those less fortunate than me and offer my change, which I convince myself is for a coffee, a small meal and shelter for the night. I know, I know… It’s for cigarettes, beer and as much Chrystal Meth one person can stick in them.
So I generously hand over $1.70 in silver coins. Ok I admit its not going to solve his problems but if the adverts are true, it can feed an African family for three months, build 3 schools and provide enough pencils for the entire Ethiopian populous.
After I handed the money over I would have expected to hear a “thanks”. No, not thanks mate or have a good day. Instead I’m greeted with,
“do you have any gold coins?”
Gold coins? You ungrateful %$#&!
Another stress free journey home!