I pull up to a traffic light and hand over food that I had gotten from the house to give a beggar when I come across them in the course of my day.
Me: Here is some food.
Gentleman: Oh thanks Ma’am (starts to walk off)
G: Oh, I’ll give this to my colleague over there.
G: Oh, I don’t eat rice.
M: Really? What do you eat?
G: Pap en vleis
M: Okay, I will bear that in mind.
When I eat out with friends, if someone won’t take away the food left on their plate, I always take it with me and give it to street kids because most restaurants would rather trash the food than give it to needy people.
Me: Here you go.
Gentleman: Oh thanks Ma’am
G: My name is Jimmy, what’s your name?
M: (I give my standard fake name) Jane
G: Thanks Jane. I also don’t have shoes, I wear a Size 6 (and lifts his foot to show me) maybe you have some shoes at home you could help me with?
M: No, I am a size 5.
NOTE: I never roll down my window in the night and NEVER at any intersection that has a history of people smashing at windows. As I speak to these guys, my window is maybe open only 20% and my eyes are constantly out for the traffic lights and anything else.