Quote:I'm curious as to how the title of this thread came about.
However many eons ago,
my mother ( with whom I had a superb rapport )
told me not to accept money from strangers.
I told her that I rejected her advice on that point.
It proved to be moot, since no stranger ever offered me any money.
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Quote:After the mysterious stranger got off the bus did the guardian of the child
try to call out to him or immediately begin lecturing the child
by saying "We don't take money from strangers"?
No.
She remained silent.
I am not certain of whether thay were travelling together,
or whether thay knew one another.
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Did she take the money away from the boy? What?
No.
He put the cash in his pocket.
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As to the hand licking boy I agree that you were right to stay out of it.
Thank u.
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I do remember one exception,
in that I ended up in a park in Phoenix, Arizona,
when I was 9 years old, when something odd occurred.
Someone in my neighborhood chose to organize a baseball game
among his son and the other kids in the area. I declined his invitation,
explaining that I had no interest in baseball. He asked me what I liked.
I mentioned boating, gunnery practice, and fishing.
He talked me into accompanying them to Encanto Park,
saying that we might do OTHER things, including those,
after thay finished their baseball. He drove.
To cure my boredom, while waiting them out,
I rented a rowboat for a short time,
but grew tired & a little hungry around evening.
I said " screw this " found a fone booth and called a cab,
to go to a restaurant, the Green Gables, as I remember,
singular for its Medieval archetecture with a parking attendant
mounted on a white horse, dressed in shining armor,
who used to point to parking spaces with his long lance; continental cuisine.
Good desserts. I don 't believe that it is in business any more.
Anyway, I was seated at a picnic table, near the parking lot,
awaiting my taxi, when an elderly man leaning heavily on a cane
approached me, put a dime and a nickle in front of me
on the picnic table, and tottered away.
I remember it being very strange,
and thinking: " what the hell is THAT ?
What does he expect me to do with a nickel and a dime ?? "
It seemed like a pointless gesture.
Perhaps his old age was seized with dementia.
That was the only time that a stranger ever gave me any cash.