Yesterday, as I was leaving the pharmacy and heading to the grocery store next door, a woman stopped me and asked for a dollar. She was; tall, at least sixty pounds overweight, her hair was a fright, clothing dirty... She didn't look homeless, maybe depressed or permanently angry?
As she asked for the money, she looked me up and down with a squinting disapproval. I probably presented the exact opposite of her.
I walked away thinking "That's Syracuse alright! A person who hasn't washed or changed clothes in a couple three days, judging someone else's appearance, while begging for money." As I walked, I reconsidered those thoughts. She didn't hurt me, she pushed herself further away from where she needs to be. Sad really.
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