Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Part of the challenge of living and working in an urban environment is people asking for money. If I gave a dollar to every person who asked, I'd need to get a second job. You learn to ignore most of them, panhandlers say that people treat them like they are invisible, and that is really how city dwellers treat most of them.
I will give a dollar or two to a musician, they don't even have to be good. There is one, in DC who plays the ukulele, not very well, if I won the Power-Ball lottery, I'd give him a million-dollars if he would agree to never play in public again. I like the drummers on their 5-gallon-plastic-buckets or upturned garbage cans. There is a brass band here in DC, that plays on a corner in front of an office building filled with lawyers. The law firm has offered the band a significant amount of money to move away, and the band has refused - I bet when that story ran in the Washington Post, money dropped in the bucket in front of the band went up.
I passed a young guy sitting on the sidewalk with a sign asking for money, and a guitar case sitting closed next to him. I was tempted to stop and tell him to take out the guitar and play some music, - but you learn to not engage street people - some of them a few bricks short of a balanced load.
How to you respond to people asking for money?