I was sitting on a bench last night in Union Square park when some guy came up to me, explained that he was homeless and asked if I had five or ten dollars on me to help him out.
I guess the line, “A dollar or any spare change that you have would help” is fading. Well, it makes sense; what can you really buy with a dollar anyway?
I think this guy was trying to save up for a portable credit card scanner. That way the line, “Sorry, I don’t have any cash on me”, can be combatted with “That’s cool, I accept debit and all major credit cards, except Discover. Sooo…ten bucks?”
I’m not really looking forward to supporting stranger’s drug and alcohol habits via electronic money and credit transfer systems.
Its late but I’m in good shape so I decide to take the N train home from 8th St NYU instead of just taking a cab. I swipe in and as I walk down the stairs I hear the familiar sound of a train pulling away. When I reach the platform I see the train disappear into the dark tunnel ahead. Remember, it’s 2:55am, there won’t be another train for 20-25 minutes. Screw it. I reemerged onto street level, hailed down a cab in about 14 seconds and am now about 4 minutes from my house. I tried to be good and take the train. I gave it a chance and I got a big middle finger as a response.