Homeless man asking for money
This was one of my absolute most favorite scenes in the movie. It was so funny how the homeless guy was making up stuff just to get Bill Foster to give him a handout and how Foster was asking him to show him his driver's license!
Has anything like this actually happened to any of you? If so, how did you handle it? Many years ago, I was approached by a homeless/semi-drunk guy on the street who told me how he and his 10 year old son just arrived from out of town and how he's trying to round up enough money for bus fare to get back home. I wasn't quite in the mood for any of his BS so I said to him, "May I see your driver's license?"
"Huh?"
"Your driver's license. You said you and your son are from Phildelphia, so let me see if you're telling me the truth. Your Philadelphia home address will be on your state driver's license. By the way, where's your son?"
" . . . well, uh . . . ummm . . . ."
"What? What? Where's your license? I'm still waiting to see it."
"Well, uh . . . ."
"You made that up. You don't have a son. You're not even from Philly. You just made up all this to get a free handout. A guy five blocks back just told me the same story as you did, almost word for word. Do you think I'm that stupid? Furthermore, what makes you think I have any money to give you? How do you know I even have any money on me? Why didn't you approach someone else? Just because I'm wearing some nice clothes means I have money to give to you? How do you know I didn't just kill some Upper East Side debutante and her rich socialite mother and tore their fancy Prada suits off their still-warm bodies, huh? How do you know I didn't just kill someone for her clothes, huh? SO LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!"
He sure got the hell away from me quite fast.
And that was another urban reality tale from the mean streets of NYC (or however mean Fifth Avenue can get).
Men are like bank accounts. Without a lot of money, they don't generate much interest.