Corner of College and Corporate Beggers

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Also, do you think there is like a begger boss that they report to?

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yep that is me.

I let them keep 10% and let them sleep under my porch

I just stare at them at laugh

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Also, do you think there is like a begger boss that they report to? Do they have a schedule on what times they get the corner?

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I've always assumed this

they have weekly meetings near the waffle house on college to go over schedules

Gutter punks are all the same....

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I have to do the awkward look at my phone to avoid eye contact as they stand by my window

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Not me. At least not any more. When I was younger (in my 20s), bums made me feel super awkward and I had a hard time finding a way to respond. I never game them cash but I always felt like I had to make up some lie, such as "I don't have anything but my debit card on me" or some such.

Now, I either straight up ignore them or tell them no to their face with full eye contact. I bust my arse for my money and I'm don't feel the least bit shamed or guilty for not buying them booze.

Ok I'm familiar with the wheelchair guy at college and Bennington. He is an a-hole btw.

But lately I have seen this crew of three or four guys wearing bright colored shirts. Not a homeless look. They seem to be giving out business cards or something. Anybody know what they are selling or if they're seeking donations for something specific?

I've never given a cent to the homeless or anyone soliciting money, but the ones in New Orleans are more frustrating. However, the Baton Rouge group does a better job of fricking up traffic.

There is a fella' who sets up shop underneath the I-10 overpass at Poydras who my girlfriend and I have encountered on separate occasions. He immediately sprays your windshield and then "cleans" it if you are waiting at the traffic light. I did not make eye contact with him or indicate whatsoever that I desired to have my car washed. Still, he did it anyway. I felt no obligation to pay him for a service I did not request.

On another occasion, I was driving down St. Charles with my little sister after eating at Guy's Poboys. I had about half of shrimp poboy left that I didn't feel like saving for later. We drove up to the light at the US-90 overpass and I called over a homeless male and offered him my poboy. He replied, "What is it?" And I said, "Grilled shrimp." He proceeded to take the food and offered no sort of thanks or gratitude.

Keep a bag of these in your car. Call them over, slide em one of grandpa's sweet treats and say have a good day.

Beggers have pimps?