It’s come to my attention that having a debit card has stunted my ability to be generous.
Just this morning I walked out of the grocery store to find a man standing at the door asking politely if I might have a dollar to spare.
I said no, I had no change. And it’s true. I haven’t had change on me in months. If I’m going to park somewhere with a meter and I don’t remember to search for change in old wallets and infrequently used drawers before I leave home, I either have to park somewhere very inconvenient, or risk a $13 ticket. Sometimes for the sake of not having even 25 cents on me.
So yeah, back to the guy this morning.
I choose to be generous enough to believe he has Tourette Syndrome and that he wasn’t actually swearing at me purposely as I walked to my…
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The Reluctant Poet 