Panhandlers are pretty rampant in Seattle, and one can pretty much guarantee seeing them everyday at a downtown off ramp. Usually the signs run the usual gamut from "Please Help Veteran", "stranded, need money to get to Alaska", and the usual "will work for food". Occasionally, the honest ones are in there with "need money for 420" or "please buy me a drink".
Today was the best one I've ever seen. A scruffy guy in his 40's holding up 2' by 3' piece of cardboard with big red letters:
My Father was Killed by Ninjas.
Need Money for Karate Lessons.
that was worth a dollar.
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