I'm Just An Ole Cynic At Heart

Tonight I saw a new twist on an old practice. There was a guy walking up and the down the sidewalk in front of some places of business at a strip mall-type place. He had in his hand a can (a large coffee can size) with a slot on the top to put money in. You know the ones----collecting for this and that. It's that time of year. And I know there are many folks in unfortunate situations and it's nice to help out where you can.

Here was the twist, though: this guy's can said, "In Memory Of..." I didn't catch the name, and it had a picture taped to it of a little girl, maybe not even a year old yet. He says, "Can ya help me out. I'm collecting for my daughter's funeral." Now, I have to tell you, that takes the cake. Let's pretend for a minute that this isn't real (ya think??)---how low can you go?? I know, I know---it could be real. A guy could be wandering around in front of Little Caeser's several days after his little girl died, asking for dollars for her funeral. It could happen that way. I, for one, don't buy it. I didn't buy it even for a second. And I think it's pretty slimy (if it's not real and how could it be?) and he's pretty crazy.

But he's crazy like a fox, cuz guess what? Yep, you guessed it: I gave him a dollar.

What a sucker.

cuz.....ya never know.

Well! What would you have done?!