After dark they come out of the woodwork lining up at the 15 item checkout with their carts full of booze. the store closes. the only lamp post light shining in the empty parking lot is on your car. the panhandler emerges from the deep shadows reaching out for your wallet.
An old man walked up to me and asked for ten dollars. I asked him why he needed it. He said he was retired and on a fixed income needing money for a prescription or some kind of medication I couldn't understand the name of. (what costs only ten dollars, these days, especially prescribed drugs? … Continue reading Ten Dollars