I am in a funny mood this morning, funny as in weird. Went to sleep at 5am, woke up at 9am. My internal clock is broken again. Lately, I haven't been able to focus during the day, so I ended up working at night.
Got an e-mail from an old pal, a young millionare retired for longer than ten years with homes around the world. He is now in Reno, Nevada. I don't think I'll ever retire. My wife read told me that, according to her Korean fortune-telling book, I'll be working all my life. I just said "Thanks for telling me that, honeybunny. It's nice to know." I am an ant-wannabe.
Her fortune-reading made sense. I am one of those people who ask questions all the time. Forever curious, forever searching. My curiosity drives doctors nuts. I would walk in to a clinic, play with equipment, ask doctors medical questions an intern might ask, and ask administrator business questions a MBA might ask.
Whenever I see a business, I am curious as to how it works. Sometimes my curiousity gets dangerous. Asking a pimp or a drug dealer how his business works is not healthy. Questioning panhandling business is easy though. All you need is a cup of coffee during idle hours.
With panhandling, its location, timing, and attitude. Money can be good if you get all three going. Hours are good too because it's difficult to panhandle at night. Schedule differs depending on the region. Panhandlers in Hawaii does business differently than those in downtown San Francisco. Most of them are good folks, very resilient and relaxed, like a good shopowner.
I guess I am in a funny mood, eh?