Hello, coffee lovers!
This week's topic puts me in a bit of a bind, since I don't have many memories that last long after we left the coffee shop... not many, but I do have one, I think just one.
It turns out that my wife and I were in a coffee shop one of those many days when a poor man came in, one of those you see every day begging on the streets.
It's sad that there are more and more elderly people doing this.
We both knew him, since we had seen him on the street on different days... we had even given him some money on more than one occasion.
That day he came into the café, where only my wife and I were sitting at a table by the counter. It was quite early in the morning, so we thought he had come to buy himself (or ask for free) breakfast. We even thought we could pay for it if it wasn't free.
But that wasn't the case.
The man sat down at an empty table and took a roll of bills out of a plastic bag. A huge wad of bills, so folded he could barely hold it in one hand.
My wife and I were stunned. The man we had thought was poor had more money than we did at that moment.
The man started counting his small fortune for the day, put it back in his bag, and went back out into the street.
We finished our coffee and headed back home, and guess who we ran into on the street? The same man, who approached us asking for money.
Of course, we didn't give him anything!
