Obedient to the young woman's request, the panhandler waited.
Nothing, however, seemed further from the panhandler's thoughts than flight.
The kind of walk you adopt when you want to pretend you can't see a panhandler, or don't want to get involved in a street-fight.
You're nose gets as red as a rear light on an automobile or the beak of a Park Row panhandler.
I might a-knowed ...