Emergency situation

Hera.

“Good day, Sir, please do you have change to spare?” I asked a passerby in a quivering voice.

The man ignored me without sparing a single glance. “Idiot!” I muttered under my breath.

“Hello, ma’am, please can you spare me some change, I haven’t eaten anything in days,” I said to a woman who just came out of the restaurant I was standing in front of.

Her eyes narrowed sharply at me in disapproval that I let out a gasp and clenched my fist.

Ignoring me, she went straight to the security guard. “Excuse me, I thought this is a five star restaurant, why are homeless people disturbing your customers?”

She continued rambling about how I had been harassing her and when she was done, she glared at me before leaving. I could tell from her countenance that she was disgusted by my presence.

I thought she was a nice lady, but I thought wrong. Rich people are just the same everywhere. They make money from the poor and treat them like some plague that should be wiped awa