The problem is when someone comes up to me on the street with a sob story I just assume they're a lying piece of $#& con man and tell them to get lost.
The punk got a meal and his gas ....should have left it at that ...but he thought he was smarter than these small townfolk. Meh.
Its like this guy in penn station, he would get on the train and announce this big sob story about his pregnant wife. The next day he would pick a stop on that line and say he didn’t have enough to get home. Then I would offer to pay his whole ticket if he was willing to sit w/me. I saw him again on another train but this time in grand central same story. This time I says” what happened to the house in ******?”