There was this homeless girl outside a book store. I stopped to give here some change and made the mistake to actually listen to her. Before I knew it she was giving me a bullshit story about how she ran away from home with her young sisters from her druggie dad and that social services keep sending money to her druggie mum... She was giving me the hole sad story about how she was waiting a week for her new foster family to pick her up, all the time begging for 90 to stay in a hostel. Not really sure if she was telling the truth I ended up giving her what I had, 30. She wasn't even grateful for that much!! I eventually found a Garda (Irish police) and explained my concerns for the girl. He knew all about her and her "story". I never felt like such a clown until then. I now feel a part of me died that day (my patience and generosity).
auugh I have yet to figure a way to say 'no' politely truth is, I often can tell them I already said 'yes' to another appointment/date that collides with the date in question. but when I say no I feel like I let that person down. duh