When a jakey tramp street urchin asks "have you got any spare change?"
Now, i don't want to belittle the plight of people taken to living rough in the streets, must be hellish when that is how you exist.
but, I always walk away thinking (lilght heartidly, not in a mean spirited way)
1. how do i know if that change is spare or not? I might need it in a few minutes for something else - until i've stopped living, i'll not know just if that change was spare or not!!
2. My immediate (internal) response to the question is always, yes i have, thank you very much. It's as if they are conducting a survey on people having change or not - instead of saying "could you give me some spare change" which is clearly a request for something and not a survey.
on a slightly related note, and this wasn't my proudest moment either, a Big Issue seller outside Queen Street Station in Glasgow accosted me and was trying to sell me his last issue of the Big Issue (i actually suspected he had found the magasine and was just trying to sell it for his own nefarious means)
He got quite pushy insisting it was "his last one"
but it was a gorgeous day so I asked him "what's your rush to sell it, it's not like you are rushing home is it?"