It's amazing how some things work. Every Saturday I take my daughter to dance class in downtown Durham. There's a coffee shop below the dance studio. I normally sit there and work. Today, a man approached me and asked me if I could buy him a coffee and a cookie. I gladly did. His name was Tony, we talked about the weather, it's a beautiful fall day here. Sunny and about 50 degrees out. Tony was worried because winter is around the corner. It was a pleasant exchange and I was glad to help. He approached it in a legit way. Everyone should be able to have a cup of coffee. I now feel someone exonerated. Edit: I'm still sitting here in the coffee shop. Some others in here saw him ask me and saw me buy him the coffee. A woman have him a couple of dollars and another couple bought him a gift rad for the coffee shop. -Tony is cleaning up today!