Normally, I wouldn’t have stopped but today I was feeling too happy, so when I spotted the homeless man sitting against the car park wall, my hand was already going to my pocket.
‘Got any change?’ he asked in crackling, horse voice.
‘Maybe. Sure,’ I added.
I removed my hand and opened my palm. The coins were digging against my fingers, so I moved them and looked closely what I had. Counting out a one pound in the sliver coins, I give them to his out stretched hand. His hand was filthy, his fingernails black with dirt and his skin dark with too sun and not enough washing.
‘Thank you,’ he replied.
I nodded and made to move off as he dropped the coins to the ground in front of him.
‘How old do you think you are?’ he asked suddenly.
I paused. His voice was calm and curious, not mocking or angry.
‘Well…I know how old I am….twenty-nine,’ I answered.
‘No, no, no! A woman should never tell a man her age!’ the homeless man gasped.
‘I don’t mind….’
He shook his head, ‘let me tell you how old you look….twenty-four!’
‘Well, thanks. I’m use to people telling me I’m younger,’ I explained and smiled.
‘Do you remember the sixties?’ he asked.
‘Erm…no….Sorry, but I…’
I started to shuffle away, regretting I’d stopped in the first place.
‘Let me tell you want happened!’ he shouted.
‘I have to be somewhere,’ I spoke.
‘My wife got pregnant,’ he cut in, ignoring me, ‘only I was shooting blanks, so I knew it couldn’t be mine.’
‘Shooting blanks, I was!’ he shouted and burst into laughter.
I felt the urge to get away growing. Something wasn’t right about this man and I was feeling uncomfy. My good karma was fading and I reminded myself this was why I didn’t give money to the homeless.
‘I knew it wasn’t mine,’ he ranted, ‘so, I looked and looked and found she was having an affair with her best friend’s husband! The baby was his. So, I left.’
He waved his hands around then leered at me. For the first time I fully took him in. He had black hair, streaked mostly grey that was long and shaggy. He had a short beard that was also grey and his face was wrinkled like a dried fruit, making him twenty years older then he seemed. His dark blue eyes looked worn and heavy, he’d seen too much bad stuff. He was wearing an ancient track suit that might have once been blue but was now holey and dark with age and dirt.
‘Okay. I’m sorry about that, but I really have to go now,’ I said gently.
He moved as if to reach my hand and I stepped back but he was merely shifting around.
‘You know what they named him?’ the homeless man asked.
I shook my head.
‘Hal. Do you know what it means? First seed,’ he snapped.
I pressed my lips together and eyed the exit door, it was only a few steps away and I could make that in a few seconds, especially, if I ran.
‘Hal! They did it to spite me! Are you religious? You don’t look it. But it’s in the Bible that.’
‘I am actually,’ I uttered.
The homeless man didn’t seem to care any more. From under his jacket, he pulled out a white rosary and danged it between his fingers.
I nodded to him.
He began to play with the beads, muttering to himself. Perhaps it was a prayer.
‘Well, bye,’ I said and walked away, what else could I have done?