I was in the computer room doing internet stuff when one of the kids of one of the workers at the school came in.
Him: How are you?
Me: I’m alright, but I’m a little hungry.
Him: Oh? (noticeably brightening) we should go to a restaurant!
These are the sorts of invitations that I decline on a regular basis. I had no interest in going anywhere with him. From hard experience I knew that he was trying to get something from me.
Me: Oh, I have a lot of stuff to do right now, I’ll probably go in a few hours.
Him: Oh… What is your name?
Me: It’s Isaac
Him: OK, could you lend me 500 riyals?
Me: No.
I tried to be as dismissive of him as possible and concentrate on what I was doing.
Him: Why not?
What do I say to that? Do I tell him that I knew from the moment he came in the room he was trying to get something out of me? Do I tell him that he should try to get money from someone whose name he knows? Or maybe I should tell him that he is 400th person to assume that I should give them money and that his question of “Why not?” has guaranteed that I will never talk to him again?
Look, there’s plenty of desperate people out here, I see them begging all the time. I don’t hold it against them, life sucks here, I give to some of them. What I respect about those people is that they aren’t pretending, they aren’t kidding around, they need the money and often times have no other ways of getting it. Crippled people, mothers with their retarded child, blind people, old widows, etc. They ask me for money because they ask everyone for money, they cover all bases. This guy and his type are another thing altogether. They pretend to be friendly, hell maybe they are friendly, but they do it for a specific thing, money. They pretend to want to be my friend, and then once I’m talking to them, they ask for money. Not just any money mind you, they always have a specific amount in mind. This time it was 500 riyals. I’ve been asked for 1000 riyals, 5000, 10000, even a hundred bucks. Actual beggars are happy for anything, these guys are hucksters. I happen to know that this particular guy lives in a nice building (the students building), and has no real financial burdens. It has happened to me so many times, I’m really sick of it.
I ended up telling him that I don’t lend money to people here. He said, “Oh,” and left. There’s an old saying that if you lend someone $20 and you never hear from them again, it was probably $20 well spent. It’s even better when you don’t spend the money and get the same result…