Well, at least they work at panhandling. Up here in Michigan it's cold and grey and gloomy and windy and sleety and here they are. Gotta actually give 'em credit. I might even cough up a 5er next time.
My best panhandling story: Walking in downtown Grand Rapids. I guy in a wheel chair had a sign asking for a handout. Said, "Do you have $5.00?" I said no and walked across the street. My conscience started to bother me, so I turned around and went back. I said, "I don't have a five but here's $20.00." He got a big smile on his face, said thank you sir, whipped his chair around and rolled over and opened the door to the Starbucks that was right behind us and went in. I laughed all the way down the street. I was actually happy about that for some reason.