i heart hoboes

Had this exchange on the way to my car after work:

hobo: (shaking cup) Sir, could you help me out?
me: (haven't helped a hobo out in a while) Ok.

I fish through my pockets for some change and grab some, placing it in his cup. I had a hold of more than what I gave him, but kind of fumbled it in my pocket. As I'm reaching back in to get it . . .

hobo: Sir, that's all right. You don't have to -

By now I'm putting the hideaway change in his cup.

hobo: . . . Hit me again!

It would have been so much funnier if he had said, "Hit me baby one more time." I would have given him all the money in my wallet. But, alas, hoboes aren't up on their Britney.