The other night I'm walking home from work. I spot this kid up ahead who looks lost and is holding a folder. Normally I would brush past because I'm a time-driven person, but I had had a venti iced Americano that afternoon, so I felt friendlier than usual, and he looked so helpless.
"Sir?" he said, and he opened his folder.
Me: Shoot. He wants me to buy popcorn or cookies or something. Not happening.
"I'm from a [local inner city youth program], sir, and we're selling coupon books, sir. The funds go to help us with blah, blah, blah."Read More