"Spare a quarter..."
"Hello there...any spare change...
"Can I hold a dollar..."
"Can you spare a quarter for an Irishman..."
Panhandlers. Some stop you on the street, some call out from under the eaves, hoping that they will be heard. Some are homeless, some are mentally ill.
I like to think of myself as a good Christian person. But I had best not earn a reputation for being free with my money or they will go after me again and again.