Christmas Eve
Hamilton, not unlike any city of sufficient size, has its share of panhandlers (who no longer carry pans). Sometimes I give, sometimes I don't, and sometimes I can't. But Christmas Eve I had to go to the bank for something, so I got a handful of five dollar bills to hand out to anyone who might ask me for change. And that would be the one time no one asked me for a damned thing. I ended up buying a raffle ticket from my cousin, which I'm hoping I win, because it's a $4000 travel voucher. Oh the places I'd go.