I was walking through the North Loop area, which is home to innumerable fancy bars and restaurants. I was approaching some establishment that had people spilling out onto the street in a semi-block party atmosphere. The person soliciting donations was strategically poised a few dozen yards away from the main crowd. As I passed near, he called out to me.
“Hey bro, spot me twenty?” When I failed to look up or break my stride, he went to Plan B: “That’s okay man – ten bucks will do it!”
Hey, I can’t walk in his shoes. I don’t know what his story is. But I’ll say this for him – he hasn’t lost his optimism!