And another thing…

Not to sound like the people I distain, but damn it why don’t you a t least work for your twenty cents? In Grahamstown the streets were filled with young children in face paint miming on the street for money. The children would be frozen in a pose on the street like a mannequin, when they heard the clink of change in their donation cup they would begin to move like robots into a new pose. There were dozens of child mimes, and each had his/her own flavor. I appreciate the heart and art behind that hustle. Get an empty box and beat the top of it like a drum, sing a song off key, but work for it. A teenage boy begging doesn’t cut it.