Tuesday, 8 October 2019
Of Chicken Nuggets and Bare feet.
He stood outside my local 7/11 store, all bare footed as he was.
He moved to the door and opened it for me.
I thanked him.
He followed me into the store and began to look at the various "food" offerings:
One of the store clerks/cashiers announced to all and sundry, in a loud and seemingly hostile and scornful tone, "he doesn't have any money".
The Clerk/Cashier had the right information, but the wrong tone.
I sidled up to the barefoot man and handed him a few bucks.Now he did have some money to buy some 7/11 fast food
It was not because I am especially gracious or compassionate to street corner panhandlers.
It was because the store clerk's "attitude" bothered me.