What Time Is It?

On Sunday morning I was walking to the High Desert Market. I was stopped by a guy sitting on a rock ledge.
“Do you know what time it is”?
I said, “About 9”.
He said, “No, it is after 9”.

I thought, “Don’t ask me the question, if you already know the answer”.

Then he changed to beggar mode:
“Got any change”?
But he played the part without conviction.

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Beggar’s Etiquette

Davie used to beg in front of the Circle K. When he parked his pickup to begin his begging session, he sometimes blocked our gate. My wife wasn’t happy about this and let Davie know about it. Thereafter Davie was more careful about where he parked. He maintains a respectable space from my wife.

Davie must have gone to a beggar’s convention where they discussed ways of cutting out the middle man. Now instead of begging for change, he carries a gas container. I guess that he gets splashes of gas instead of spare change.

One evening I was taking a walk and I encountered Davie. He was putting three ne’er-do-wells into his pickup. When he saw me, he told me “Don’t worry, I’ve got them all in one container”.