As far as booze and such... if I am at the checkout of the powerhouse aquiring my weekly sixpack of beer... okay, I'll wait... done laughing yet?... and a wo/man in greens sporting a Canuck Flag is there, I tell him her/is money is no good while I am there and pay. Within reason, of course. ALWAYS, I am told, politely, "No. That's okay." but I insist. When thanked, I say, "Yer more than welcome and thank you sir/ma'am." I give to cadets and, if reqired, I ask for coin change at the checkout to make sure I have a bunch - I always hand it to them and say "Here, put this this in for me and thank you sir/miss." THEY have cans with slots for donations... kinda odd because THEY are the ones least likely to pilfer donations.

But those little panhandlers, parents standing next to them drinking Tims coffee, with the ripped open basketballs/volleyballs only get a stare and sneer at the imagery. About a month ago, I asked me buddy Bob what the scoop was on one such lone waif in the foyer as it was a Wednesday afternoon and he looked late teens. Bob said, "Fer F*** Sake! Is he back again? I am gonna hafta call the police this time." I assume he was at one time taught this behaviour by a Tims drinking parent while begging for money to attend a roundball tournament in The Big Smoke. Pathetic way to raise yer chilluns.