The gent who asked me for bus fair days ago turned up again today a few cars down from me, plying the same approach on someone new, and slurring more heavily.
I think he recognized me in my car and passed on by hurredly, intent on finding his next “mark.”
I was intentionally not confronting nor looking.
It isn’t my job to be his judge and/or jury – though he won’t get another cent from me.
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