Demanding Beggar

Something came up the other day that reminded me of an incident several years ago in Lawton.
Back in the day, my schedule used to look something like this: Go to work at the newspaper at 4 p.m., work til midnight, go the casino and play poker til 3 a.m., go to Whataburger with my friend Spike (big winner had to pay), go to bed. I still don't know how I gained 25 pounds down there.
Anyway, one night we go in there and the restaurant was empty except for one dude. As soon as we walk in, he comes up and asks for $20 to take a cab to the other side of town.
I said, "I can't do that for you, but I'll buy your dinner. Order whatever you want."
Without hesitating, he stepped up and to the counter. "I'll have the double cheeseburger meal, supersized, with Coke, and a large strawberry shake on the side."
When our orders came out, Spike and I went and sat down, and this dude went to the polar opposite end of the restaurant, sat down and ate his meal.
As we were about to leave, he comes back over and again asks me for $20. I said, "Sorry man, I did what I could for you."
He shook his finger at me and said, "I know what you're doing. You're pre-judging me because I'm black. You think I'm going to go buy drugs or booze. You need to quit pre-judging me."
I said, "I'm not judging you. I gave you what I could." But I was thinking, "How can you be giving ME this speech when Spike is standing right there?" Seems like Spike deserved to get solicited before he called me a racist, since I bought him $8 worth of Whataburger.
But this guy wasn't through with me yet.
"Yes, I know what you're thinking! You're prejudging me!"
I found the nearest door and got the heck out of there. As I reached for the door, I heard this guy ask Spike for money. Spike said, "I think I have 50 cents or a dollar in my pocket," and pulled it out and gave it to the guy.
"Appreciate you man," he told Spike. "God bless."