"Imagine my surprise when, after a couple of minutes of snapping away, I hear a voice saying, 'Hello. How are you doing?' Well, after pretty much jumping out of my skin in shock, I took a look at my greeter: an old hobo complete with the tattered jacket, hole-filled gloves, socks coming out of the shoes and a smell to match.
I kept my distance at first, but gladly donated all the change in my pocket when he asked if I could spare any money. Next, he told me that what he really needed was a ride into Flagstaff, where he had been trying to get for days..."
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