Walking to a Tim Hortons’ this morning a young man stopped to ask me if I had 60 cents to give him. I said “Sorry, no”, and he said, “That’s okay”.

Two things about the exchange bothers me:

1) I’m not sorry. I did have 60 cents but it was going towards my “large one-‘n’-one”. Saying “sorry” was an automatic reaction to not being able to fulfill a request. I suspect I would’ve said “sorry” if I was asked if I had a gun for him to borrow.

2) I didn’t ask him why he needed 60 cents. Maybe he needed it for bus fare to get to the open-heart surgery he was scheduled to have in an hour; or maybe he was going to use it to buy a lotto ticket which he would’ve won from, contacting me to give me half of his winnings.

My life is full of regrets.


  1. Some guy wearing brand name stuff was sitting on a bench between here and the mall a few weeks ago and asked for a buck. I said “no, fuck off”. I have no regrets.

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