The guy passing out candy in Union Square holds out two Airheads to me.
My mood is impeccable, so I take them with a bright, "Thanks!" and keep walking, but he steps in my way.
"Could-you-make-a-donation-for-the-kids...," he begins to recite, no pauses between words, his voice monotone, his eyes dull.
"Tell you what, I'm gonna give these back to you," I say, barely breaking stride, pressing the candy back into his hands.