As we were walking along 4th Avenue we ran into numerous beggars and street musicians. We encountered a group of rainbow kids, who were laughing, and in general having a good time.
The leader of the group was a fellow with a dark, full beard.
As we approached the group, I half-expected to encounter a hey-buddy-can-you-spare-a-dollar routine. Sure as clockwork, the bearded leader, said “Hey, mister, could you spare (…..) me some of your beard.”
All of us laughed. I said that if he kept growing his beard, he would some day realize that he too had a thick gray beard.