Homeless Is Where The Heart Is, Part 14
An older man and a teenager are at my checkout. One of the items they’re purchasing is a slab cake from our bakery with “Happy 16th Birthday!” written on it.
Me: “Happy birthday to whoever is turning sixteen!”
Teenager: “Oh, I am actually.”
Customer: “My nephew, turning sixteen! Can you believe it?! I told him I’d give him twenty dollars for every A he got at the end of the year, and he got nothing but A’s! Can you believe it?!”
Me: “That’s amazing, congratulations!”
Customer: “Yeah, he’s a hard worker.”
The uncle then spots a homeless man sitting outside the store — his usual spot. The uncle turns to his nephew.
Customer: “Work hard and get a good job, or you’ll end up a useless bum like him. F****** drain on society, I swear.”
I actually physically stop scanning items for a second, since the change of the uncle’s tone is so jarring. The nephew notices this, too, but doesn’t say anything straight away.
I ring up the total and tell them.
Nephew: “When I’ve been here before, I’ve been asked if I’d like to round up the purchase to give to a charity.”
Me: “That’s right! If you’d like to do that, you could donate thirty-one cents to one of the charities that our store supports.”
Nephew: “Do any of them support homeless people?”
Me: “We actually do!”
Nephew: “I’d like to donate to that one, please.”
The uncle scoffs but doesn’t protest.
Customer: “I see what you’re doing, [Nephew]. Whatever, fine, it’s just thirty-one cents.”
Nephew: “I’d like to donate all of this, too, please.”
The teenager produces a pile of cash from his pocket. It’s easily over a hundred dollars.
Customer: “What?! No! That’s your birthday money! That’s for you!”
Nephew: “And this is what I’m doing with it.”
Customer: “I forbid it! I told you that money was for you to invest!”
Nephew: “And I am. I’m investing in the people that society has forgotten. You wouldn’t take back the money that I earned fair and square now, would you, Uncle?”
The customer glares at his nephew and then at me, as if I could do anything about it, and then he just kinda gives up.
Customer: “Fine. Waste your money. You’ll never get another cent from me!”
The uncle storms off, and the nephew actually donates all the money!
Nephew: “Honestly, if he hadn’t won $100,000 in the lottery a couple of years ago, he’d be homeless, too. I’ll consider this his hypocrite tax.”
The next generation will be all right…
Related:
Homeless Is Where The Heart Is, Part 13
Homeless Is Where The Heart Is, Part 12
Homeless Is Where The Heart Is, Part 11
Homeless Is Where The Heart Is, Part 10
Homeless Is Where The Heart Is, Part 9