I was waiting for the bus
and a deadlocked smackhead traveller style of vagrant approached.

here we go I though something along the lines of "spare change for a; cup of tea/bus fare home/bite to eat"

He smiled broadly showing his wonky brown graveyard teeth "You look like a man of good taste and discrimination" he said, I rolled my eyes waiting to trot out the "sorry skint mate" line

He went on "hopefully you may be able to help me out of my predicament. You see Bad Manners are playing at the Fleece & Firkin tonight and I'm hoping to raise enough cash to gain entry & drink myself stupid on cider. Just a small donation of a pound will go a long way to helping this happen" He then, with a flourish removed his hat and held it out grinning his horrible grin and wiggling his eyebrows. I gave him a handful of change (about £3+) for the laugh and wished him good luck
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 17:14, Reply)