Yesterday, in the grocer, when me and mom were choosing juices, a homeless man with crutches came over. He was looking pathetic, tired and weak, it was obvious, that it's hard for him to stand on legs. He said: "Excuse me, could you please give me $0.20?" Mom looked at him with mixture of awe, contempt and disgust, said: "Eww... i hate these stinky drunkards", and ran away. He understood that it won't work, but kept standing behind me and repeating: "Please... please... please..."
I had very few change in my wallet, but i grabbed all that was there and gave to him (at least there was some more than $0.20), and he was so weak, that he hardly could grab the coins,- one coin fell down, and i had to pick it up
. I chose a juice, then had to look for mom for a long time, as she was so irritated (because this "animal" had dared to approach her majesty), that she ran faaaar away... I was angry and devastated and didn't want to talk to mom. ...Is it really that hard to give a homeless f***ing $0.20???