What Was I Thinking?
Last night, on my way back from our little gym at the Post Heights, I saw a guy pushing a shopping cart down one of the side streets, looking through the trash cans. I called out to him. He seemed to think I was going to give him a hard time or something because he looked nervous. Maybe cops harass him. He was surprised when I asked him if he could use a couple bucks. Of course he said yes. So I opened up my wallet and gave him all the money I had on me. He thanked me, went on his way, and I walked back up to my apartment.
I'm not sure what I think of that. What do you think?
I'm not sure what I think of that. What do you think?