The Least of These
“Can I wash your windows?”
I was with my wife and two nieces in the parking lot of a local Chipotle. It was Saturday night, and we were looking forward to a relaxing night of food and fun. Almost out of nowhere, the grungy man appeared, startling our small group.
My car had just been washed, so I was honest with the man, not allowing my moving feet to pause on the pavement. Then he asked if I had any change. I didn’t, so once again, my reply was swift. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any.” By this point I was just trying to end the conversation.
The man looked at me, his voice broken and sincere. “No problem; I’m sorry to have …