"Any spare change?" the man asked Randy with an upturned palm as Randy walked into the underground railway station.
Randy continued walking without a blink. He was not rushing to go anywhere but he was just tired of these street beggars.
"Why can't they get decent jobs? They're not handicapped!" Randy thought angrily.
He was totally disgusted by these detestable creatures of the street.
At the underground station, Randy saw another street beggar. The beggar wore an aged, tattered and torn windbreaker.
The colour of his clothes were
shop-worn and dirty. His hair was long and
also wore a tight woollen cap to keep him warm during the cold nights on the street.
Randy had little sympathy for this one too because the same thoughts ran through his head.
The underground station was filthy. Empty cups and cans
littered the floor. However, no one seemed to be affected by the mess as litter was a usual sight where Randy lived.
Randy was walking out of the train station when a poster on the station wall grabbed his attention.
He was so caught up with the advertisement that he did not see where he was going and bumped head on with another street beggar.
Annoyed at his own carelessness, he looked up. Words could not express his feelings as he looked straight into his uncle's eyes.
His uncle was worse off than the second street beggar he saw that day.
There were sores covering his uncle's balding head. Randy opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.
His father had quarrelled with his uncle so much in the past. He had always thought that his uncle Howard was doing well in sales.
Howard, ashamed and hungry, turned to walk away when Randy quietly slipped five dollars into his uncles' thin hands.