A Hundred Dollars!

Palo Alto.

Such a wealthy town, such a fine weather; maybe it should come as no surprise that we have more than our fair share of panhandlers.

So, it happens the other day, an attractive middle-aged man, immaculately groomed and garbed, strikes up a conversation.

We talk about Houston, from where he comes, he compliments my smile, we chat about this, we muse about that, when suddenly, he asks me for a hundred dollars.

“A hundred dollars!”, I exclaim, “I don’t have a hundred dollars!”

He points to the bank, at the money machine, and tells me I can get it, right over there.

I never give money to strangers on the street.  You don’t know how they would spend it.  Besides, a hundred dollars!

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