I moved to another apartment building here in Covington, Kentucky over two weeks ago. I’m in a better building, in a better location and have better neighbors—but it seems like no matter where I go or where I am in Covington, there seems to be a common theme here. People are looking for a handout. People are asking for money.
I’ve met this guy in my building only a couple times. I don’t know what floor he lives on and really can’t even remember his name despite the fact that he told me. He seemed OK to me, that is until he knocked on my door one morning late last week.
Standing at my door, he said, “You have three dollars I could borrow until next week?”
Surprised by his request, I asked them to repeat it which he did. My ears were hearing right.
“No,” I replied. “I’m sorry, I don’t lean out money.” With that said, I closed the door.
Does this guy even remember my name? As I said earlier, I don’t remember his. Why would he knock on a stranger’s door asking for money? Is he the “nut” in the building?
I’m amazed by this. I thought this stuff would go away when I moved to a better part of Covington. I have never in my entire life ever knocked on a stranger’s door looking for a handout. If this man ever knocks on my door again, I think I’m going to tell him that. Maybe he’ll learn something from it. You’re right. Probably not.
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