After four encounters in four days I have become really, really resentful of panhandlers.
It’s gotten to the point where someone coming up and saying “Excuse me, sir” raises my hackles — and if you’ve ever had your hackles raised, you know how annoying that can be. They could be saying “Excuse me, sir” to tell me I’m about to step off the curb in front of a bus, and it wouldn’t matter. I’ve been Excuse Me Sir-ed so many times by people trying to wheedle money out of me that the reaction is now automatic. And it ain’t pretty.