Panhandler gets on the train, starts traveling the aisle asking for spare change. I don't appreciate the inability to walk away. So now he stands there afterwards at the front of the train looking back down the rows making eye contact with everyone who did not give him money.
A little unnerving and hardly fair. I really don't have spare change, or any change, on me. Moreover who these days riding public transit has money, "they don't intend to use."
After this week, all this is mine.
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