Can beggars be choosers?


Well, it seems in today’s society they can.

As lunchtime came around, I decided to go out for a wander to strech the legs and clear the head. My stomach was doing more than grumbling and the rest of my team kept telling me to go and get some food.

So it was very shortly after I had left the office and had been wandering the chilly city streets that I spotted him.He was sitting on the cold and wet pavement, back against the wall and begging for money. His thin body covered in an old top that could not be possibly keeping him warm. I am not sure what got to me, but I turned around and walked into the closest food store, which just so happened to be a Subway.

He was sitting on the cold and wet pavement, back against the wall and begging for money. His thin body covered in an old top that could not be possibly keeping him warm. I am not sure what got to me, but I turned around and walked into the closest food store, which just so happened to be a Subway.

Once inside, I ordered a ham and salad six inch roll, paid for it and headed back to the beggar. With the freshly made roll in hand, I knelt down beside him and offered him the food, and waited for a thank you. But the response I received instead shocked me.


‘Nah mate, I’m not that hungry, but can I have some money for a pack of smokes?’

The words ‘Fuck off’ instantly came to mind, but I held back and shook my head as he continued to stare at me and wait for me to hand him change so he could buy a pack of Winnie Blue. Not on my watch I thought.

So with absolute disbelief, I stood up and walked off, still shaking my head at what had just occurred. I was now even more determined to hand the food over to a homeless person who wanted to be fed and would be grateful for the feed.
Well, it did take me another 15 minutes and another knockback to find someone who accepted the food rather than money.

So, is it the way I think, or have we become a society of self centered and choosey people who don’t want to settle for second best, or in this case third best?

I have not lost faith in what I do for others, as far as I know, there are still some people out there who will take what I have to offer with a smile and open arms, but on the odd occasion, I do have my doubts.

Signs – Pointing us in the right direction

Cycling, walking and life all have one thing in common. There are signs around us to tell us which way to go, what turn to take and where our destination lies. And if   that’s the direction we want to head, we need to follow the right signs. 
Some signs are easy to see, as they are posted on steeet corners or smack bang with in the middle of the road, making sure they are visible to one and all, whether we are on foot or on a bike. 

But there are times we avoid these signs and end up either lost, or so far away from our destination, we wonder why we didn’t follow them in the first place. Or why we completely ignored them in the first place. 

It seems that street signs are the easiest ones to see and follow, if we choose to follow them and continue heading in the right direction.

On the other hand, signs in our lives can be a little more subtle and take time, and sometimes a very open heart to see, and then fully understand. 

We need to look out for these signs that will keep us moving in the direction and ensure we follow the right path that will guarantee our happiness in the journey we want, and need to pursue. 


And then there are signs which can’t be ignored, like the one at Maccas stating that all Maccaroons are half price with any coffee purchase.  How could I ignore this one. 


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What’s in a name?

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Why is it that so many people insist on wearing their name badges from the seminar they are attending out onto the street for one and all to see? The only valid reason that springs to mind is that these people are in desperate need of a date and would like to be asked out for a coffee or lunch. Better still, perhaps a night out on the town and then a raunchy weekend for two.

But that is more than likely my imagination running rampant once again. It is more likely that they are too lazy to remove their badges and pin them back on once they return to the seminar.

One such badge caught my attention one day as I wandered the city streets in search of nothing in particular. It was when I stopped at a set of traffic lights and I caught sight of the very large badge pinned to his multi-striped shirt. Actually, it wasn’t the badge that really caught my attention, but it was his name that made me smirk.

The badge read ‘Timmy Smelles’. Not that there is anything wrong with his name, but you would think that he wouldn’t try and live up to his surname.

Even though it was a warm day, I wouldn’t say it was what one would call sweating weather. But Timmy had different ideas. Not only was he sweating, he smelt as he had been sweating for more than a few minutes. Nothing that a stick of anti-perspirent wouldn’t fix, or at least go half way to making him smell a bit better.

Well, that’s my spin on the situation anyway.

On another note in regards to name tags, I only just found out that name tags should be pinned onto the right hand side of the body and not the left, where most people tend to pin them.

The logic behind this is clear and simple (once it has been explained). When someone introduces themselves, they shake with their right hand. The line of vision will automatically follow the arm and stop at their name tag, making it easier for identification.

I should thank the little lady of the house for that bit of information. I can’t take credit for everything. Now can I?