No Money

 Yesterday I had to go to a nearby transit terminal. While changing bills into coins for the payphone, a gentleman knew me by name. First name. My coins were falling out of my wallet. Time to buy a  new wallet. He was picking up the coins and handing them back to me. After he left I realized I knew him I think through my workplace at one time. And I never gave him any of the numerous quarters or loonies that were falling out of my wallet. It looks like hard times fell on him and he desperately needed those coins more than I did. I sure feel guilty. Wish I would’ve given something. Though I don’t recall much about him I do recall from years ago he’s a very nice guy.