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St. Valentine and the Ten Miles of Bad Road
I was probably suckered tonight, but I don't really feel bad about it. I worked late, until 8:45, on the data conversion for Boondoggle 2000. Not exactly the most romantic V-Day ever, but with the Mr. in Durham it hardly mattered. [I had sent him a little iTunes playlist with "Stay Close" by Blue Nile, a song that's had me mesmerized ever since I heard it on Pandora. Is it wrong to send a love song by a guy singer to a straight guy? At least there were plenty of girl singers on there too.] As I was making my way to the bus stop a woman wished me Happy Valentine's Day, then proceeded to tell me an elaborate story about waiting for an emergency shelter. Supposedly she'd just been divorced after 25 years of marriage, yet somehow wasn't homeless, and had never been in this situation before. She didn't look good, more like she'd been "rode hard and put away wet" as V. with the junkie ex-husband likes to say. The upshot was that she had a current bus pass to sell (which somehow had been given to her by a lady who didn't speak a word of English--hmmm).

My bus wasn't due for a few minutes so I had some leisure to think about it, and I ended up giving her some money, a very fair price, for the pass. I didn't have much confidence in her story about the divorce and emergency shelter, and I doubted she would spend it wisely, but it was cold out and somehow what she did with the money didn't matter to me just then. I figured that if she spent it on a drink or something more exciting it might keep her comfortable as she passed out in a doorway, or maybe it would mean one less blowjob she'd have to give, or maybe she'd even just go home and spend it on something nonlethal but stupid. It's a chance I was willing to take, and hey, I got a bus pass out of the deal, a bus pass that got me onto two different buses and will be good for the rest of the week. I just hope it wasn't stolen.

Current Mood: tired tired
Current Music: Blue Nile, "Stay Close"

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zemarkable From: zemarkable Date: February 15th, 2006 03:48 am (UTC) (Link)
a little kindness is never misplaced. {{{{{{flora3}}}}}}
ottawabill From: ottawabill Date: February 15th, 2006 03:54 am (UTC) (Link)

Exactly ! Kindness is kindness

I know what you were thinking...I've gone down that same road...I somehow thought people who had been reduced to begging should then rise above creature comforts, weakness, and a desire for pleasure and use the money I gave them for vitamins, registered retirement savings, nutrious vegetables, shoes with sensible heels or some such thing. But like you realized...maybe the best thing that comes fomr it is you save them from something more dangerous or degrading than begging. It is about the giving, not how they use it.
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zemarkable From: zemarkable Date: February 15th, 2006 04:44 am (UTC) (Link)


oh, *waaaaahhhhh!!!*
ottawabill From: ottawabill Date: February 15th, 2006 05:25 pm (UTC) (Link)

Wow...what inisght

She's going to be an awesome lady when she grows up.
closet_sofist From: closet_sofist Date: February 15th, 2006 11:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
She probably did steal it, but hey she deserved a reward for her storytelling.
florafloraflora From: florafloraflora Date: February 16th, 2006 12:40 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, maybe she did steal it. Hers was hardly the most impressive story I've ever heard from a panhandler, and ordinarily I would have blown her off, but once in a while I make a more or less arbitrary decision to suspend disbelief and hand over the cash.
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