This is exactly like what happens whenever I drive by a homeless man holding a sign asking for my help. I look very closely at his hat, his shoes, his jeans, his jacket... realize he's cleaner and in newer clothes than I am... and then recall a study I was told about years ago done by Reader's Digest or some rubbish like that, where they stalked panhandlers and followed them home... only to discover they couldn't find a single fucking one that didn't walk two blocks away, get in a car, and drive off. That's usually enough to make me look away.I never give them any money. But the "what if..." still breaks my heart. For that: fuck you.