So I go to see a movie yesterday afternoon before work and on the drive from the theatre to my restaurant, I come to a red light at a major intersection. Outside of my driver’s side window is a man collecting change for some relief effort sponsored by a local baptist church.

The man collecting change and I lock eyes so I know it’s inevitable that he’ll come up to my window. Without hestitation, I roll down the window and reach into my pocket for whatever change I have. As I am about to drop the change into the man’s bucket, the man says, “Is that all you can spare, man?”

Me: “What?”
Baptist: “You ain’t go no mo’ change?”

Is this guy kidding me? There’s obvious silver in whatever change I’m giving him, and even if I just gave him one nickel, it’s a nickel more than he had five seconds ago. So I say, “Sorry I bothered you,” roll up my window, and look ahead of me; making it obvious I’m ignoring the sweating, 50-year old black man outside my car. Serves you right, pal. Maybe next time you won’t hold random motorists to such high standards of giving out change.

P.S. Sir, I don’t think Christ would approve of your use of the middle finger as I drove away.

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