Spare change for a coffee....

I had a flashback recently of a night I had sometime in the early 90's that even to this day makes me laugh out loud. It was a typical winter evening in Vancouver that my friend Cliff and I were hanging out going to movies, playing pool and stuff like that. It was cold, raining and the wind would rip right through you as you walked through the parking lots.

We decided to stop in at a McDonald's for dinner because the conditions were just too bad to try and go long distance to anywhere decent to eat. I parked my car as the rain came thundering down on us and we covered up as we ran towards the restaurants front door. As we were approaching the steps at the side of the building we noticed somebody just standing there sorta hunched over. He had on about 6 coats and was leaning on a shopping cart full of various items that would be considered garbage by the average person. He was an elderly man and very rugged looking and it was obvious that tonight wouldn't be the first night he slept out on the street.

When we finally got up close to him he turned to us and said, "Excuse me, do you have change for a coffee?"

I quickly replied, "Sure, you got change for a twenty?"