Last evening, I was walking back to my apartment, and I was stopped by a young woman on crutches who said, “I don’t mean to bother you, but do you have a moment? I’m trying to get a train from Back Bay Station.”
Even if I hadn’t recognized her, anyone who lives in Boston knows what comes next. “I need twelve dollars to get a train ticket. Anything you can give would help. I injured my foot three days ago, and I even showed the guy at the counter my hospital papers, but I still need twelve dollars.” At which point, I responded, “I live right around the corner, and I’ve seen you working the Copley Station for the last four months, so…”
She pauses for a second, and responds:
“Well, why’d you stop and not just keep walking by?”
I don’t think honesty is the appropriate word. Maybe candor?
Never a dull moment in the naked, limping city.