I'm making a mass generalisation here; many panhandlers are not homeless, but that's who I'm talking about. I have grown to hate panhandlers. They take all the good busking spots, and I'm kind of scared of them. They all know each other and they tend to be very territorial. I've been asked to move by panhandlers multiple times. I have a strict 'don't mess with homeless people' policy, so when they ask, I always move.Yesterday a man reeking of stale beer approached me while I was busking.
"Do you mind moving? I want to have a beer, and this is my spot."
It didn't make any sense. Why couldn't he have a beer somewhere else? Why couldn't I keep playing while he drank his beer? I didn't ask, I just moved on.
I found a nice spot downtown. I was a little wary of the panhandler across the road, but I figured it would be OK being on the opposite side of the street.
After about half an hour he came over to me. He had long, greasy hair and a beard that looked like a birds nest. His clothes were dirty and full of holes. I sighed this man was going to make me move again. He nodded at me, pulled a few quarters out of his coffee cup and dropped them into my case. I was gobsmacked.
There was another panhandler up the road a bit.
"Hey give her some money" panhandler no. 1 screamed at her.
She shook her head. He threw his arms up angrily.
"Give her some" he yelled again.
She wouldn't, but I didn't care. I watched the scene in disbelief.
In conclusion, I have no idea how I feel about homeless people/ panhandlers.
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