Walking down St. Giles street toward City Centre a guy sits cross-legged on the side of the curb. He’s in the shadows that the street light can’t reach and he asks me for change. I’m out scouring for interviews as it is, so I give him my pitch.
“How about a cigarette?” I say while pulling my bag around and reaching into the front pocket.
“That’ll do.”
“Do you mind if I sit with you for a minute?”
“Sorry, but I really need to make money tonight.” I pause with my hand in my bag. I haven’t been rejected for an interview yet. I decide I’d be an asshole to deny him the cigarette now. I give him one and he tucks it behind his ear. He doesn’t thank me and I don’t wish him well as I continue my walk.
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