“You are a great woman. You are smart and helpful and are really good with computers and you are always nice to me when other people are not,” said the homeless man who I assisted every day for over a year.
“Thank you, “ I said.
“You should let me take you to get a bite to eat sometime, so I can thank you for all your help,” he said.
“That is kind of you, but unnecessary.”
I stayed behind the desk and no hugs were exchanged as I wondered if I was being thanked or hit on.
