I like to think I’m a charitable gal. In fact, I know that I am. I’m involved with lots of causes like Lupus LA, Red Cross and SPCA to name a few. I’ve also dated a few charity cases BUT, the point of this is the fact that I can’t catch a break when it comes to giving to someone that’s homeless or in “need”.
Yesterday while having coffee with a friend, a guy hit me up for some money by asking, “Can you please spare some change, I need to take the bus home”. My friend and I both said no – because we honestly didn’t have any change floating around our pockets at the time. Well, that wasn’t enough, and the guy approached our table again. I looked at him and spoke the truth, hoping he would see my side of the story. I said,” I’m on unemployment myself.”
His reply as he walked away, “Why are you sitting here when you could go out and get one?” I think there was also a “bitch” thrown in there, but not sure, because I was too busy trying to not laugh my ass off and look like a rude bitch by doing so.
This seems to happen to me a lot. I go to someone on the street to “give” and they throw it back at me. Oh yes, there’s more…
Another time, I was walking in West Hollywood – with the same friend funny enough – and had just had dinner. I had the server at our favorite Mexican place pack up my leftovers, like a good disciple of Weight Watchers, and we went on our way down the boulevard.
There was a homeless begging for change on the corner, and as we walked past I told him “Sorry, I don’t have any money, but hey…I do have my leftovers. Would you like them?” Now, I’ve heard form a lot of people that it is best to offer to buy someone that is panhandling food or to go get him or her something instead of handing over cash. Ok, I get it. Here is where I give this theory a test run.
The sweet man looked at me and smiled and accepted my offering happily, until he opened the Styrofoam take-out container. As the lid fell back, he rolled his eyes, scowled and shoved the food back at me in a grand gesture. “I don’t eat shrimp”, he said with mild disgust.
Side note: Not to be an a- hole, but I don’t like rye bread, corned beef, Swiss cheese OR 1000 Island dressing. Yet one St. Patrick’s Day when I was waiting tables at an Irish pub (Shout out to Donnelly’s in days of yore in Frederick, MD.!!), I found myself eating one because I was so flipping hungry and could not stop working long enough to eat something I could order myself.
I will continue to give – Obviously! – Even though it seems that the universe conspires against me in this arena. Oh well. It just makes me laugh.