“Homeless” lady (crying): Mister, can you please help me?
Me: I think I know what you need.
“Homeless” lady: Huh?
Me: You live in Yonkers and you had to come here because your cousin was sick and now you’re stuck without the fare to go home, right? How much was it? $10?
“Homeless” lady: Yessir.
Me: Do you know how I know that?
“Homeless” lady: How?
Me: Because you had the same story last week when I gave you $10. How often do you get stuck out here in the city?
“Homeless” lady: I swear I need the fare. All I wanna do is go home.
Me: It’s a pretty good story. Maybe next time you should spin it on a different corner.
“Homeless” lady: (pause)…so can I get $10 for the fare?