I get offered drinks
The first time a tramp offered me a drink was as a first year student at Durham University. I was going back to Yorkshire for the weekend to visit Mummy and Daddy and was wearing my new wool coat and suede boots full of stories about the lectures I'd attended and socialising at the Union Society.

As I pass the bus station a kindly voice asks, "Here love, would you like a drink?" Holding out a can of cheap cider is a concerned looking tramp.

"Um no. I'm quite alright thank you" I say as politely as I can, for the life of me unable to work out why the tramp felt sorry for me.

I've been offered drinks several times since and now laugh it off with good humour (being less of a spoiled little rich girl these days). Clearly I have the look of an alcoholic and they're befriending me for when I inevitably join their ranks.
(Evana, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 15:32, Reply)