26 June 2003
Encounter at 6 am
I rather suspect he was waiting for me.
I had just shifted into reverse, took a perfunctory look around this time of day there's nothing going on, generally and started backing up, when he appeared at the driver's-side window.
I dropped the window, and before it was halfway open, he launched into the standard story: unfamiliar part of town, out of gas, could I give him a ride to "I'm not going in that direction," I pointed out.
Undaunted, he shifted to Plan B. I'm still not letting this character into my car. I did, however, flip him a Sacajawea dollar (which he probably thought was a quarter) for amusement value.
The ancient art of panhandling, I fear, has fallen on hard times.
Maybe this guy should start wearing a PayPal button.