Just this past weekend I had work at the bank and had to be there around 10:45. I get up feeling pretty good from the sleep I got the night before. I started get ready and continued downstairs to grab a granola bar and make myself a roast beef sandwich that was left overs from my sister's birthday party we had last night. This roast beef is the best! It's from the farmer's market on Cottman Ave. in Mayfair.
I get in my car turn on the radio The Cure's on which always puts me in a good mood. I basically am having a solid day even though I have to go into work. On my way down Grant towards Roosevelt Blvd I come up to the light and I am a few cars back and on the right side of the road is this homeless person. I typically don't look because I really do think a lot of them are schemers, but this one day for some particular reason I felt the need to really care. I looked down at my bag of fruit and my awesome sandwich and thought to myself, "Hmm. do I really need this or does he need it more." So as I am having a conflict with myself on what to do I figured I'd pull over and give him the bag. So, I do and he runs over kind of a really scary run and just grabs it not a thank you or a smile. OH well I thought at least I made the effort.
I go into work and go about my day training as usual. Towards the end of the day about ten minutes before we close as the team is locking up everything we see this car pull in the parking lot. I thought to myself go home I'm sick of helping people for the day, but he didn't come into the bank. This guy pulls up and comes out of the car. He is wearing light denim jeans and a dark blue button down shirt that he has tucked in his jeans. He wasn't a horrible looking man, but was kind of disheveled. He was wearing old beat up hiking boots. As he catches my attention I start watching what he was doing. I then see him open trunk look around to see if anyone was watching him and pulled out a few things. He pulled out a dirty old parka and put it on as well as grungy winter hat. He picks up a backpack and puts it on. The last thing he picked up was a piece of cardboard box with the words "need food, money, shelter, I have nothing please help me." Oh crazy right? This sign and this guy looked so familiar. You know why? Because that guy was the same guy I felt bad for and gave my freaking lunch to! I was so enraged! I though the one time I try and be nice and the guy is a fraud. This is what you get I guess. Such is life, but I was still really bummed out.
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