Your post reminds me why I love my wife. After the riots downtown in 2001 and the Clintons Mrs Stan Chesley Federal Judge’s resulting total emasculation of the Cincy Police, panhandlers absolutely ruled. Anyway, one night we went to a nice restaurant downtown and because nobody dared to go downtown in that atmosphere, we parked right in front of the place. As we got out of the car a very well fed fellow immediately accosted us for money for “food”. Without missing a beat my wife opened the backdoor of the car and grabbed an opened but large bag of potato chips and presented them to him. He actually became disoriented and mute, and as we entered the restaurant he put the chips in a garbage can.
I get sick of the BS L0L