Sometimes on the way to my local shop which is quite literally 4 doors away from my own, i get accosted by one of the local homeless guys. Sometimes there are three of them at periodic stops along the route and i get asked by all of them to spare 75p for a beer/ food/ chips/ a bed for the night. Sometimes they dont even give me a tangible.
Sometimes they ask me on my way into the shop and sometimes they ask me on my way out. Sometimes they ask me both before and after.
One of them is lovely and polite. Simon looked into his eyes the other night and it made him feel sad.
Two of them are angry and agressive and verging on abusive.
Sometimes, rarely, i give a few pence.
Ive only ever given to the one who is lovely and polite.
'At least he wishes you a good evening' we've been heard to say.
Thanking us for acknowledging his request even if we dont help him out.
Sometimes i cant understand how he can be so polite, in spite of it all.
Sometimes i think that we're stupid.
Sometimes if wonder if he's clever.