Weight = 177.4 lbs.; holding on in spite of Ms. S making chocolate chip cookies.
Coinage found = $1.92; two different quarter curb finds.
No GPS data, phone was dead
Topic: Donald Pushes Back
Recently the Moneywalker has been embracing the “nobles of MidCity” New Orleans. Rather than turn these street residents away, if they ask for “bus money,” and if I have change from the walk, it is offered. I always introduce myself and ask for their name. Eye contact and a brief conversation are encouraged. Smugly, I felt their humanity, and mine, were being enhanced.
Turns out, exchanging aspects of humanity is a tricky transaction. For example, on the walk, a gentleman was getting out of a streetcar and heading directly toward me. Central casting would not have used him—way over the top even for Hollywood; old tennis shoes with no laces, beltless pants held up with his hand, matted hair, and unshaven.
Certain that he would ask for a handout, I preemptedly offered him four quarters.
MoneyWalker: “Sir, could you use this change?”
Noble: without a preamble of thanks but with a certain swagger stated, “This money is just in time.”
MoneyWalker: “My name is Bob, what is yours?”
Noble: with a street nuance mumbled “Donald.”
MoneyWalker: not understanding, “Pardon, I missed that.”
Noble: with some impatience spelled, “D-o-n-a-l-d.”
MoneyWalker: sensing the humanity transaction was nearing an end, “Well, nice meeting you Donald.”
And thus the episode closed. If the MoneyWalker’s ego needed a little appreciation, it was not Donald’s problem. Somehow the word patronizing surfaced, regardless of one’s status in life, no one wants to be patronized.