The scene: Outside of Dunkin' Donuts on Saturday at 8:30am. I am approached by a surprisingly well-dressed panhandler.
"Excuse me, miss! Would you mind buying me a cup of coffee? I am soooooooooo thirsty."
I momentarily pondered her snazzy leather jacket and her odd choice of thirst-quencher but figured a) scam or no, the two bucks won't kill me and b) whatever wets her whistle is really not my concern. So I agreed.
"Sure, how do you want it?" I asked.
"Uh, you know, in a container."
Kinda makes you wonder how she's received her coffee in the past, don't it?
