“Give me some money” he said. I turned and looked at the man who had just knocked on the glass of the car window. “Excuse me?” I answered.
“You give me money” he repeated. If I hadn’t been sitting in a car next to a friend, it would have startled me. “May I take your picture?” I asked . Darned if I’m gonna just give him money. He was so interesting looking. A real character. His face perked up. “Yes” he said. “$200 shillings”
“Okay” I said and I took a step back to focus.
“Money first” he said. Really?
” Oh, alright” I answered and chuckled to myself. No telling how many jerks had just taken a photo and walked off and left him. I set the camera down and started digging in my purse. Handing him the $200 shillings, I again picked up the camera and turned around to take his picture. He was walking away.
“Sir, sir !!!” I called after him. He turned around and smiled. Crafty old dude.
“Sir, please now. I gave you that money in good faith” He smiled. “$500 shillings and you can take as many photos as you would like” he said. He was laughing at me and I had to agree, the situation was turning comical.
“No, I just want one photo” I answered. My group was waiting for me and a couple of passers bye were turning to watch.
He stood and I clicked my one shot very carefully since I only got one.
“C’mon, Lissa!” I heard someone call out. Frustrating. I could have taken twenty and not been satisfied.
I started thinking about the story from Sunday School about if Jesus came to your house as a beggar, how would you treat him if you didn’t know it was Jesus?
Guess you never really know who you are talking to…do you?