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…when a woman stopped me and asked me to buy her some food. People do ask this sometimes, and I hadn’t given any money recently and had just got my EI, so I said ok.
“I’m a vegetarian,” she said, and walked me over to a small takeout place. As we went in she asked the time. I didn’t know, but she looked at a tv screen on the wall and hesitated. “Never mind,” she said. “There’s a thing I’m running late for.” I shrugged and turned to leave, when she changed her mind again: “It’s ok, I can make it.”
We walked up to the counter where she discussed with the woman what was available today, made her choice, and I paid for her purchase.
“Enjoy your lunch, and, uh, good luck,” I said as I left.
Now, the whole time this had been going on, I’d been thinking to myself that she didn’t really look like a stereotypical panhandler. She looked like an off-duty security guard, or maybe an EMT— navy-blue, collared shirt, black trousers, I think maybe a name tag? Still, having agreed to the favour, it felt too awkward to ask prying questions. I went on with my day thinking “unusually brazen begging technique, but I guess I’m a soft touch.
Half-an-hour later, on the bus home, I suddenly wondered if she knows someone with the same build and haircut as me (and we were both wearing face masks, after all) and thought she was borrowing lunch money off her coworker/acquaintance; in which case there’s going to be some confusion next time they meet.
Epic twitter thread about a grocery order gone hugely, hilariously wrong.
William Wegman dog park video.
It’s Yuletide sign-up time again. I’m positive I nominated several fandoms this year, but I suddenly can’t recall which ones— nothing’s ringing any bells when I look over the tag set.
“I’m a vegetarian,” she said, and walked me over to a small takeout place. As we went in she asked the time. I didn’t know, but she looked at a tv screen on the wall and hesitated. “Never mind,” she said. “There’s a thing I’m running late for.” I shrugged and turned to leave, when she changed her mind again: “It’s ok, I can make it.”
We walked up to the counter where she discussed with the woman what was available today, made her choice, and I paid for her purchase.
“Enjoy your lunch, and, uh, good luck,” I said as I left.
Now, the whole time this had been going on, I’d been thinking to myself that she didn’t really look like a stereotypical panhandler. She looked like an off-duty security guard, or maybe an EMT— navy-blue, collared shirt, black trousers, I think maybe a name tag? Still, having agreed to the favour, it felt too awkward to ask prying questions. I went on with my day thinking “unusually brazen begging technique, but I guess I’m a soft touch.
Half-an-hour later, on the bus home, I suddenly wondered if she knows someone with the same build and haircut as me (and we were both wearing face masks, after all) and thought she was borrowing lunch money off her coworker/acquaintance; in which case there’s going to be some confusion next time they meet.
Epic twitter thread about a grocery order gone hugely, hilariously wrong.
William Wegman dog park video.
It’s Yuletide sign-up time again. I’m positive I nominated several fandoms this year, but I suddenly can’t recall which ones— nothing’s ringing any bells when I look over the tag set.
