More Tales of Sacramento at Night

The homeless lady walked up to the convenience store shortly after midnight. Normally she brings windshield-cleaning materials with her, but her bicycle and materials had been stolen, so she was hoping instead for simple handouts. The older you get, the harder the streets: she had been out-of-action for a few days due to an ear infection.

The cops rolled up in their patrol car and told her to go home. They said that if she didn't go home, they would arrest her. So she left (but not before I managed to slip her a couple of dollars in change).

The cops probably knew more about her than I did. Nevertheless, why do the pleasant panhandlers face instant grief, while no one seems to mess with the crazies and lunatics?