Give? No, I ask them for money. The look on their face is priceless. After a couple of times of doing that, they leave me alone. Or I ask them if they know Jesus, then start preaching at them in my best televangelist voice; "Seek ye first the Kingdom of God..." They usually run away.
The hippies in San Francisco were the most comical. As soon as I turned the corner, they started asking me for money. I was wearing a Raiders T-shirt (in SF), grungy old sneakers, and torn jeans, and these two hairy faced hippies wearing Birkenstocks, army surplus jackets, brand new Levi'* jeans, and one even had a leather laptop case and was eating a pint of Haagen Dazs; these guys were asking me for money. I just laughed, and said, "You guys must be new." Then I asked them for money.
People like the girl in the video spoil it for people that actually need help. Don't these communities have anti-loitering ordinances?
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