A dude stopped me to ask for three cents as my daughter and I were walking back from the library. He had his shirt half untucked in that way that men in the movies do when they’ve been caught having sex with the coat check girl. He had a shaved head and manicured nails. He was wearing crisply ironed pleat front Dockers but he smelled like he hadn’t showered. He was stopping a frazzled lady carrying a purse stained with inky preschooler finger prints rather than the relaxed latte drinkers waiting at the crosswalk. He was specifically and adamantly asking for three cents.