I believe in charity, I really do, but recently we have been so short on money that I don’t give as much or as often as I used to. Couple that with living in a city like Toronto where it is mostly every-man-for-himself type of living (I SAID mostly!!), the chances of seeing someone relaxed enough or someone who has the time to stop for two seconds enough to even pretend to be charitable are very slim.
Maybe it was the guilt for not giving to charity in a long time, perhaps it was because the guy asked politely and was in front of Tim Horton’s, or perhaps it was because I always promised myself that if they are willing to take food over money, or if I have cash in my polo let rather than my purse that I would do my best for the less fortunate….maybe it is because Christmas is around the corner? Or maybe it is that I just started a new job this week and I figured that I would thank God by being charitable – I mean, when you get you should give right? (Not that I have been paid yet but that is besides the point).
Anyway, today on my way home, I passed the Tim Horton’s near to my workplace and a young man (yes I hear many of you asking if he is capable of working – probably but whatever was in me hit me hard today) was on the corner begging. I asked him if he would take food instead and he said yes, a triple triple coffee and two white chocolate macadamia nut cookies (let’s ignore the health benefits of this meal shall we?!).
I walk in and order and open my wallet to pay…no money. No Canadian money that is….and no Canadian bank card. Why? Well you see, my Luv Luv and I happen to be living ‘in between’ countries – so since he was in the UK for the last year or so, he does not have a personal debit card….and he had it to buy (of all things) toilet paper while I was at work…so my Canadian debit card was snugly and costly warm in his wallet in his back pocket, lucky thing.
So I scrounge through change getting more embarrassed by the second as the patient clerk waits. Luckily I had $2.69 in change….as in pennies and dimes type change. I got him a coffee and a cookie – because I couldn’t imagine his reaction if I ran out of Tim Horton’s with no food in hand (and yes I would have ran since that area is not really the greatest and I don’t know what kinda crazies are around there!!!!).
Anyways, so I walk towards my streetcar stop feeling good about myself. I have been using tokens recently because, since we were not supposed to be in Toronto at this time I had already cancelled my monthly metropass. I keep them in this cute Club Monaco coin purse one of my good friends bought for me once.
So smiling at myself and thinking all is good in this world, I open my little coin purse to see moths flying out (no not really). It was empty – no tokens.
So…no tokens, no debit card, no change, only US, Jamaican, Trinidadian and Euro.
Darned it all.
That’s when I called the Luv Luv, who I have to say did not laugh his tail off like I would have, nor did he get angry. He just left with the car to come pick me up…..so I started walking because God knows I did NOT want to be in that area (which is now famous in Toronto) when it got dark!!!!!!
So if you were following me on Twitter or Foursquare, you would have seen that I eventually ended up waiting at Eaton Centre for my knight in shining armour….and thank God that knight in shining armour is in the same country at this time or else I would have a lot of random calling around to see if anyone were home so that I could borrow $3.00 for TTC fare!!!!
So would you say that the moral of the story is maybe you should wait until you get before you give…right?
Well…I never did claim to be a patient person!!!