As we were getting out of the car, a man approached us asking for change, and I uttered my usual half-assed “sorry” and steered Gus past him into the store.
The man started bitching and moaning after us, saying “DAMN! People is being MEAN to me today” and Gus asked me why I didn’t just give the guy some money.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I just don’t think it’s going to help.”
“Well if he needs some money,” Gus said, “You should probably just give it to him.”
“Okay, then," I said. "Here’s a dollar. When we go back outside, you can give it to him. Okay?”
Unfortunately, by the time we got back outside, the panhandler had moved on to greener parking lots.
“Why did that man need money anyway?” Gus asked.
“Well, some people don’t have houses and can’t get jobs ..."
Gus thought about this for a minute and said, “Well, he can’t buy a house with a dollar.”
“But he could probably buy his self a beer.”
“And then he’d be happy because men love beer.”
"That's very true."
"It makes myself feel good to help people," he said, holding the dollar and scanning the streets for people in need. "We have to take care of others."