Now, I was wondering if you could help me get something to eat. You wouldn’t be just handing me money to do whatever with — I know that’s a concern for some people. You could go with me to a store — wherever you want. And I wouldn’t ask you to do it all for me; I don’t want to ask too much. I have a dollar and thirty-five cents, and I’d put that towards whatever you bought. You’d be helping me, but I wouldn’t ask you to do the whole thing.
That’s a thing some people ask for, but I want you to know I’ll do my part.
In the latest installment of his “Field Notes from Gentrified Places” column over at McSweeney’s, Vinson Cunningham writes about San Francisco.
