Something really interesting happened when I decided to stop at Tropical Smoothie after dropping off some Pot Roast for my co-worker and his wife who just had a baby on Friday. A lady with two kids in tow stopped me to ask for a few bucks, that her card stopped working at the ATM, and was trying to get the money for a cab ride home. I told her it would take more than a few bucks to get far in a cab ride, so she said she was also trying to get her kids something to eat while she was out.
I'm not one to give money to anyone, so I offered to buy them something from in Tropical Smoothie (and eventually the pizza place next door to it). She had offered to take down my cell phone to repay me but didn't have a pen, so I told her not to worry about it. I also offered her my phone to call the card company (Chase) and for some reason she said that if they would ask for her social security number then she had better wait until she got home anyway since she doesn't memorize it. Excuse me? She doesn't memorize her social security number? Big red flag.
I bailed after I paid for a bottle of juice from Tropical Smoothie and a couple of slices of pizza and a small drink from the pizza place.