Graffiti Time
Time Is Running Out
I’m sorry I can’t help you today.
That was Elenor’s standard response to the string of panhandlers she encountered on the walk from her home to subway.
Their typical response was god bless you have a nice day.
Elenor thought this exchange was better than the usual silence that went back and forth between those asking for change and those on their way with life.
Today she had one dollar left in her pocket as she went down to catch the train.
In addition to the many outstretched hands, now all around the city there were people sitting on sidewalks holding signs—handwritten on cardboard—the majority with some variation of homeless, veteran, anything helps, looking for a miracle, and hungry.
As the economic situation had gotten worse more and more people were out there with financial needs, some trying lighter approaches to the wording of their cardboard signs. Gotta stand out to be seen.
Too Ugly To Prostitute Too Honest to Steal. Let’s Do Lunch — You Buy. Supermodel Out Of Work. Need $$ for ED medications. Will Code HTML for Food.
Being unemployed she cut it back to ten, but when she was working she’d set aside twenty dollars monthly to give out in dollar bills as she traveled around the city. Never giving…
