...yesterday I was riding home on the subway and, at Downtown crossing, saw a bunch of kids in red coats with white stripes on them. "Would you like to donate a dollar to help kids with HIV," they were asking everyone who walked by ... and everyone just walked by, including me.
"C'mon," I'm thinking, "I wanna help as much as the next guy ... but I gotta have my soda money, right? I mean, how's a brother s'posed to deal with his caffeine addiction if he keeps giving his soda money to folks in the subway?"
But I must look like a soft touch ... all four of the red-coated kids walked by the little old lady who looked like she'd give you the coat off her back and came straight to me, one after the other.
"All right, all right," I said to the last one, "y'all just won't leave me alone." I gave her every one dollar bill I had in my wallet.
Today the soft touch is drinkin' from the water fountain and jonesin' for diet coke!!