Two of my colleagues and I had dinner at the Little India restaurant on Thursday night. On the way back to the hotel we walked through a part of downtown that featured the Shag Lounge, and Tarantula Billiards, among others. And – we were asked twice for money on the street. The first guy wanted a dollar (we gave him one), and then there was a woman with a child in a stroller that told a long story of bad luck and a broken car, and that she needed money for a little gas for the car. We gave her some money as well.