You can't be serious

Walking down Telegraph Ave to the second-hand bookstore today I passed a young blonde woman of apparently robust good health sitting on a corner, wrapped in a blanket. I have a lot of sympathy for homeless people but this girl rubbed me up the wrong way. For one thing, there was no discernible reason for her to be there. I could hear Dad on my shoulder: Why don't you get a job, you lazy pup?The world doesn't owe you a living, young lady. For another, as I passed she said, "Gimme some money." As bald as that.