Day Four, Part 1

I’ll add more to this later, but I wanted to write as I remembered.  Yesterday, when we were in Roseau, we were approached by a beggar as we were leaving the grocery store, bags filled with groceries.  He sidled up gave the customary “Hi!  Where are you from?  Do you like it in Dominica?”.  We gave the customary “Hi!  We’re from America.  We LOVE it in Dominica!!!”  Below is a transcript of what followed:

Beggarman: Can I ask you a question?

Me:   Sure!

Beggarman:  I’m not asking for money, I promise.

Me:  Oh, okay.

Beggarman:  I was wondering if you’d walk across the street with me and buy me a small loaf of bread.  It’s only a dollar-fifty.  Please, I’m so hungry.

Me:  I’ll tell you what, here’s a loaf of bread and some Vienna sausages that I just bought.

Beggarman:  Oh, I only eat white bread.

Me:  …..what?

Beggarman:   Um, I only eat white bread.

Me:  Goodbye.

I couldn’t believe my luck!  Out of ALL the beggars on ALL the streets in ALL the world, I’d ACTUALLY found a beggar who was trying to be a chooser!  I wanted to call my mom up right away and say, “Mom, you were wrong all these years!!!”