A HOMELESS MAN
I was walking back from my weekly shop earlier when I noticed a homeless man minding his own business sitting at the side of the pavement. I was in a fairly good mood and so I reached into my pockets to find a couple of coins; as I approached the man I noticed his cup next to him and so reached over to drop the money in.
I looked him in the eye and smiled, the man looked back, furious.
‘That was my coffee, you cunt.’