Apathy Jack writes:
Yes Man by Danny Wallace
'So,' said Wag, putting his pint down, 'you're late.'
'Sorry,' I said, slightly out of breath, and sitting myself down.
I was twenty minutes late for meeting Wag because, on my way out of the tube, a man sitting on the steps had asked me if I could spare any change at all. I'd said Yes, and handed him what I could spare. Five minutes later, another man I was walking past asked me whether I could spare any change. But I'd given all my spare change to the first man, so I had to go to a cashpoint to get some money out, and then find a shop to buy something from so that I would have some change which I could adequately call 'spare' to give to the second man. After I'd done that I'd bumped into the first man again, who didn't recognise me and asked me whether or not I had any spare change at all.
Wag just looked at me.
'Why didn't you just say "no"?'
Good question. I tired to change the subject.
'Nice tie," I said.
'I'm not wearing a tie.'
There was an awkward silence.