The Panhandler
As we approached the turn lane, we saw another panhandler. He was dressed slightly better than most, but certainly fit the mold. He had a cardboard sign with the usual – HOMELESS, ANYTHING HELPS. As we waited for the light to change, he turned, and puffed on a cigarette. The audacity of him wanting me to pay for his cigarette addiction. Then as we started to move, and passes his station, we read the rest of the hand lettered sign – “Go Green!” clearly he was in the vanguard of begging.