Wednesday, 8 May 2013


At lunch time today I came across an elderly beggar in the vicinity of the TPY Hub.  He pleaded with passers-by openly, muttering in Hokkien, arm outstretched, palm upwards.  I gave him a $2 note and some loose change.  He was still there after I had eaten, so I brought him a sugar loaf from the bakery around the corner.  He actually looked rather annoyed as he waved me off.

“I don’t want to eat,” he croaked. “I want money for the doctor. Do you have money???”

I turned away in a huff.  Who says beggars can’t be choosers, I thought. Would he have been happier if I had offered him a 叫化鸡?

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