charity
Instead of taking the bus home after dinner with Dad, I decided to do a trek along Charing X and Tottenham Court Road to digest my food. This is a nice route because you don't have to make any turns. On the way, a drunkard asked me for one thousand pounds. He said, 'Spare me £1000, please'. This was rather funny cos normally they would just say, 'Spare some change, please', but this dude had the guts to ask for more. After giving him an indifferent look, he murmured, 'Reject, reject, reject...' Speaking of rejections, I've been getting quite a few of those lately. The letters don't look very pretty I must say, but I have gradually mastered the art of seeing the situation as a door open to different opportunities. I'm also glad that Dad was over to provide some suggestions.