don't look back like dylan in the movies
So I was standing there on Ontario Street in front of the bus terminal lanes, waiting to get picked up, and a slightly haggard guy comes up to me and asks me if I'm from around here. And I say no (kind of unconsciously, because I was from the city, just not from downtown), and he's like yeah, I'm not from here, I need to take the Greyhound back to my city, and someone stole my backpack with my tickets and I was wondering if you could spare some change, I just need thirteen quarters -- I've got a job, I work at wherever, and I'll mail you twenty dollars when I get back if you can just give me some money. And I said no, I didn't have any change, because as I am talking to this guy I realize that he approached me a month ago not ten feet away from where I was standing and asked me for money because he had missed his Greyhound and he wasn't from here and he just needed some money, he didn't have anywhere to go, etc. and I gave him some money then. So yeah, fool me once...
I felt like maybe I should have gone after he walked away and told him off, but then again I know nothing about his situation and also I didn't really feel the need to act in any way which might present the possibility of violence being inflicted upon my person.
I felt like maybe I should have gone after he walked away and told him off, but then again I know nothing about his situation and also I didn't really feel the need to act in any way which might present the possibility of violence being inflicted upon my person.