Keeping Up Appearances

I just returned from my thrice-weekly climb of the Ezio Farone Park stairs. On my way to the park, at the intersection just north of the High Level Bridge, a man with a "HUNGRY-NEED HELP" sign was soliticing donations from pedestrians and vehicles alike. As I approached, he took one look at me and then turned away in disgust. I guess my workout attire - decade-old sweat pants and a battered t-shirt - made me a poor mark. When panhandlers look down on you, I suppose it's time to spruce up your wardrobe...