On my way home after work, a (thin) (younger) (bearded) (balding) (black) man with a thin black coat and dirty jeans and smelling of BO, who slowly wanders down the pretty empty car and asks for money.
After no-one gives him any, he slumps down in his seat at the end of the car, and when he shifts positions, change falls out of his pocket and rolls onto the floor with loud clinks, and like eight or ten coins settle right in the middle of the aisle in front of him.
He sees this, but he just continues to slump in his seat.
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