20 years ago my now wife and I were walking in Georgetown (suburb or D.C.) to take in some site seeing and have lunch.
A panhandler begged us for money claiming he was hungry, etc.
About 20 minutes later, we are poking around a shop and the panhandler walks in and asks the shop owner to exchange his small bills for bigger amounts. Apparently, he does this frequently as the shop owner asked him how he did. The response...kind of a slow day...I have $100 so far. My jaw dropped open since this was a time I had just graduated college and was making a salary far less than that.
Later on, we were eating lunch by a window up at the street. Sure enough, this panhandler walks by and right up to our window, holding his stomach like he hasn't eaten in days.
I have never seen my wife so angry. She started yelling at him from inside the restaurant and immediately asked that we be moved to another table so we didn't have this screw ball staring at us while we trying to enjoy lunch knowing that he made more money begging than either of us.
"The farther we go, the more the ultimate explanation recedes from us, and all we have left is faith."