Recently I stopped feeling
guilty about not giving her any coins after I spotted her smoking
when she was on a break.
I didn’t realise quite
how experienced she was at parking up and requesting money until the other day
when I spotted her on the ground outside bakery. I heard the end of a
conversation she was having with a stranger who had stopped. He was telling her
he would buy her a cheesy roll.
‘Could ya get them to
heat it up?’ She yelled after him as he headed into the bakery.
And in one small sentence
she reiterated why I give my spare change to kids who busk.
3 comments:
I've often pondered the term "spare change." If I give my change away, and then I need it, it wasn't spare, was it? How ya doin', Kate?
To more or less quota a lyric "Buskers are just beggars with guitars". :)
And I reckon Leonard Cohen, Neil Young and Eric Clapton would agree that it's a great place to start AJB!
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