There are beggars everywhere in NYC. Don’t get me wrong, I am not hatin on beggars and I understand how hard it is for bums to get a job. I am just annoyed that every time I get asked for change, I glance into their eyes and its game over man.
The paradox of being a bum is that they get lonely because people refuse to acknowledge their existence, but at the same time, the people who meet their desperate gaze or stops to listen end up being harassed for donations. If you do give money, you are worsened off economically and you end up having mixed feelings because you could potentially be sponsoring an existing drug habit. If you don’t give them money and you ignore them, you feel guilty for being a terrible person. No matter the outcome of this encounter, Pareto optimality cannot be achieved.
I thought I had the perfect solution…until tonight. I was waiting to buy a train ticket at Penn Station when a bum comes up to me and says:
“Excuse me, can I have 50 cents?”
So being the clever guy that I am, I countered with:
“Um NO, can I have 50 cents?”
He then opens his palm to reveal roughly $1.36 in change and takes out 2 quarters and places them in my hand.
My heart just melts. I give him back his change and give him a dollar. You win this round bum.
I guess its back to the old avoiding eye contact and shamefully staring straight ahead into space until I can think of something better.
any suggestions?