The Art of Begging
We arrived in New York and stopped to eat some takeaway in a place near Penn station. We were sitting upstairs and a tall beggar came around asking for money, I told him I had no change, which happened to be the truth. He snarled at me and said something indecipherable. He asked several other people who also refused him. He then exploded into a rage and began abusing everyone in the restaurant. He oscillated wildly between outright insults and lecturing us on how Jesus would judge us for our unwillingness to help him. He burned out quickly and stormed out of the room. God bless America.