So, I was at the food court in a shopping mall buying my lunch, and all of a sudden a guy next to me said, "Dude, do you have a nickel?" I turned to him and saw that it was a young man, and by the look of it, he worked somewhere at the mall because of his wrinkled white dress shirt and black dress pants. Before I could refuse, I heard myself saying "Sure" and searching for a nickel in my pockets.
If it hadn't been because just a short moment ago I had a lot of loose change in my hand when I was paying for my lunch, I would have simply said no, but I was pretty sure he saw it. What could I do but to give him a nickel?
Just when I was expecting him to reach for it, I saw his deformed hand--that poor kid, it must have been from an accident because part of his hand (I can't remember it's his left hand, right hand, or both) was cut off. I think I kind of froze right there, but I tried to be cool about it, so I was still waiting for him to grab the money with his finger . . . stubs.
Well, he managed to get the nickel without any difficulties and I was relieved, but afterwards he didn't say a word, not even a nod. I felt like I was taken advantage of. Wait, now to think of it, maybe he didn't feel comfortable by the way I was staring at his deformed hand . . . ? Well, it's not my fault. I was waiting for him to get the money and my eyes had to watch the whole "transaction" . . . BUT I could've just handed it all the way over and placed it in his palm . . . or what's left of it. It's too late anyway.
