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When I was away I was having a beer with my father and some chicken and chips. This poorly spoken mumbling homeless guy came up and started rambling to us. I looked at the guy and just ignored him. When he kept going I looked up and said no and then my father said go away. We were close to a cathedral and he started to ramble on about in broken English about Jesus and pointing to the church. I don't go to a physical church but I do believe. So I have guilt about not doing what potentially could have been the correct thing which I'm not sure what that would have been. Would I give him money or a couple chips? Personally I've had bad experiences with homeless people over the years as well I'm sure a bunch of people on here have.

When I was away I was having a beer with my father and some chicken and chips. This poorly spoken mumbling homeless guy came up and started rambling to us. I looked at the guy and just ignored him. When he kept going I looked up and said no and then my father said go away. We were close to a cathedral and he started to ramble on about in broken English about Jesus and pointing to the church. I don't go to a physical church but I do believe. So I have guilt about not doing what potentially could have been the correct thing which I'm not sure what that would have been. Would I give him money or a couple chips? Personally I've had bad experiences with homeless people over the years as well I'm sure a bunch of people on here have.
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The downtown of my once fair city has been overrun with the growing ranks of the junkie zombie hordes. I usually ignore them. If they persist, I look them square in the eye and ask, "Do I really look like the guy you want to fuck with today?" This ends the interaction.