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#4 - Quarters

So, on campus, there is a homeless man who stands in one place, everyday, and asks for quarters. He is tall, lean, fairly clean for someone without more than a doorway to sleep in. Personally, he puts me on edge, because he is so forward. I think it has more to do with his direct manner:

"Hey! Long hair! Do you have a quarter?"
" Hey, lezzie, do you have a quarter?"
"Hey, short stuff, do you have a quarter?" I'm sure you get the idea.

Today I talked to him, instead of staring at my feet. He asked me for a quarter, I handed him two. I asked him what he did with them.

"Vending machine," he said gruffly.

"Well, that's where they would've gone anyway," I said and walked away.