Me + Annoying Homeless Guy = Incomepetence!!

So I'm walking from class into the Metro station that I take every day on the way home, when this bedraggled homeless man puts himself between me and my destination (the turnstile entering the platform) and starts calling me bro while shaking a crushed up McDonald's cup and muttering some gibberish at me that I can only imagine was a request for some change.

Not even joking around...he kind of looked like this.

It's important to note that so far this entrepreneur's operation, although not highly organized, is pretty damn competent. There are a lot of homeless people in the Montréal metro, and only sometimes do I stop and give change.  Maybe it was because I recognized him as a regular at this stop, or maybe it was because I wanted him to remove from my path the cloud of stench that was wafting around him like Pig Pen from The Peanuts; whatever the reason, I reached into my pocket and emptied the contents into the aforementioned cup of sadness: two quarters. 


I'm feeling pretty good about myself, but of course incompetence strikes.  "C'mon bro, you cant spare me a little more change?"  Really? Are you kidding me? Wow!  I responded, "It's ok, all the other times I see you here I'll just make sure never to give you any money again." He must have recognized his incompetence because as I was walking away I heard a few desperate "God Bless You"s.

Insulting this sad story of a human life didn't make me feel any better about the incompetence I exhibited in deciding to give this guy my change. What could have resulted in a glorious display of competency on both our parts was destroyed.  I used up my every-so-often change-giving on the wrong homeless man, and he talked himself out of months of future quarters from me.

Any thoughts or homeless man stories of your own? Comment!