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Thursday, June 12, 2008

A Man Who Gave Me Money

I am in a wheelchair, but that doesn't give someone the right to assume that I need money. This man handed me a dollar outside of a Thai restaurant where I was actually ordering food. I insisted that he keep the dollar, but he told my attendant to buy me a drink. What's up with that? I don't like pity, and I don't like charity either.
Posted by NickFeldman at 9:28 PM
Labels: adapt, money, restaurant, thai food

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