I used to work in a pretty busy town centre , and I got to see a few beggars .
One beggar would sit in the same place with his dog every day . I always stopped and had a natter and asked if he was doing OK ( cash wise) . If I was heading to the fish and chip shop for lunch , I'd buy fish and chips for him , or a baked potato or sandwich etc , and something for his dog. One afternoon I stopped to have a natter , and asked if the collecting was going well , he said " not too bad , I made £130 quid in Wolverhampton this morning before the police moved me on , and I've made £80 here so far , but I'll be going back for a couple of hours in Wolverhampton later" . At the time I was earning £50 a day , and I never bought the xxxx a single thing ever again.
A funny one that sticks in my head , was an old lad . He looked very smart , and asked me if I could spare 50p for his bus fare home . He explained that it was his birthday , and he'd met up with his old army pals , some of whom he hadn't seen since they were demobbed , and he'd got a bit drunk , and spent his bus fare home. Knowing the feeling only too well of blowing every penny in my pocket when I've been on the lash with the lads , I gave him a fiver , and said get yourself a taxi . I thought nothing more of it , until a week or so later , when the same smartly dressed old gent , walked up to me and asked me for 50p , as it was his birthday yada yada yada

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One beggar would sit in the same place with his dog every day . I always stopped and had a natter and asked if he was doing OK ( cash wise) . If I was heading to the fish and chip shop for lunch , I'd buy fish and chips for him , or a baked potato or sandwich etc , and something for his dog. One afternoon I stopped to have a natter , and asked if the collecting was going well , he said " not too bad , I made £130 quid in Wolverhampton this morning before the police moved me on , and I've made £80 here so far , but I'll be going back for a couple of hours in Wolverhampton later" . At the time I was earning £50 a day , and I never bought the xxxx a single thing ever again.
A funny one that sticks in my head , was an old lad . He looked very smart , and asked me if I could spare 50p for his bus fare home . He explained that it was his birthday , and he'd met up with his old army pals , some of whom he hadn't seen since they were demobbed , and he'd got a bit drunk , and spent his bus fare home. Knowing the feeling only too well of blowing every penny in my pocket when I've been on the lash with the lads , I gave him a fiver , and said get yourself a taxi . I thought nothing more of it , until a week or so later , when the same smartly dressed old gent , walked up to me and asked me for 50p , as it was his birthday yada yada yada
. Try and walk in another man's shoes for a day!