Why I can never be rich or handle large sums of money.
I was just at the bank, making a deposit for my boss and, moving away from the counter, I walked by this lady, 4’7”, at most, I think, tall, dressed in rags, or maybe that’s just how old people dress. She was hunchbacked, yet still bent over even farther, squinting at something in her hand. It was a ten dollar bill. I didn’t know whether she was trying to deposit it or had just withdrawn it or perhaps received it from a guilt-ridden hipster or yuppie, but it made me incredibly sad. She stood there for a long time, seconds, but still long enough for me to glance back and find her in the same position. Outside, next to the Starbucks, I saw another old lady, probably a panhandler or, again, perhaps that’s just how old people dress nowadays. She reminded me of how pitiable that first lady was. I walked into the Starbucks, thinking I’d get a snack, and maybe something for her, but decided she wouldn’t take it and, how embarrassing for both parties would it be to give someone a sandwich just for hanging around in their day-wear? I looked back and didn’t see her anymore, and returned to work snack-less. I considered how it was a good thing I was making a deposit, and not a withdrawal, because all I wanted to do was throw money at them, not really caring who it belonged to.
Having a job during the recession is awesome, having a job and watching so many people struggle is not.
