Handling Pan Handlers (WITHOUT touching them! EW!)

One of the more annoying aspects of living in San Diego is the fact that because it is warm nearly year round, we have a huge amount of homeless. To continue with my "modest proposal" would certainly incense people, so we'll skip that for the moment and talk about what we know, and what has happened.

A friend who once took me to a Padres game told me about a friend who had "gone homeless"-and the verdict? It was to not have to pay rent. And so, the friend found that good portion of them are indeed willfully homeless. Some men do it so that they won't have to work and pay child support.

But of course, pan handlers may or may not be homeless. They camp out at highway exits with their cardboard signs and accost you on the street, "Hey, can you help me get something to eat?" I was asked one day, on the way to a date.

I turned, and looked at the man. He didn't look like he'd EVER missed a meal. I simply said, "Of course. There's a dumpster out behind the Jack in the Box (TM) -or, here's an idea, why don't you go to a sit down restaurant and order food, not pay for it, get arrested-and then you'll get all the free meals you want."

He stomped off in a huff.

Well. I never, indeed! Lol. The homeless, ladies and gentlemen, the homeless.

Of course, I am heartless and cruel.

But, I think that's part of my charm.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson