Yesterday I had an interesting experience with a woman who begs on West Portal near the post office, where I was mailing saga-type letters to a couple of friends.
She said she was hungry, and since the Manor, the cafe on that block, was closed, I told her I could get her something at Walgreen's, where they have sandwiches and fruit.
So she folded up her chair and came with me.
She told me again that she has 14 children, and only one lives in SF. The others live in Atlanta, and two are in prison--one for life.
She also said she'd rather get bread than a sandwich.
By the time she'd finished shopping, we had a loaf of Hostess Classic Wheat Bread, a package of Oscar Mayer Deli processed turkey (I tried not to cringe), a box of Kellogg Raisin Bran, a gallon of whole milk--all of which we'd agreed on--and then when she thought I wasn't looking , she tossed in a bag of Cheetos Paws. The tab was only $21, 52, which goes to show why poor people eat so much junk food! I bought her two re-usable bags but couldn't figure out how she was going to carry so much. Then she got on her cell phone and placed a call, so I guess someone came to get her and her groceries!
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