An old person approaches my car near a traffic signal.
“I think he is acting, he looks dodgy, his limbs are moving unnaturally synchronous for a disabled person. And he is too dirty, maybe he rolled in grease paint and muck. What a miserable way to make a livelihood?”
He comes close to my window, I look straight, unmoved. After few minutes he leaves.
An old person comes close to my car.
“He possibly is hungry, his children could have thrown him out. It is criminal of this society to make old people suffer like this.” I give him a tenner, both of us exchange smiles and I feel good.
He goes to the car behind. The driver doesn’t give him money.
“How can he be so heartless? I hate these kinds.”