backforthmenu Windows. I come out of the liquor store with beer in bag. As I approach my van door, a man walks up with the inevitable question——“Can I wash your windows?” “No thanks.” “Well then... do you have any spare money?” “Sorry man, I can’t help you tonight...” “Well fuck you then!” “Excuse me?” I counter, the only thing my mouth could work out. He walked away nervously and ducked into a laundromat. I nervously got into my van. 10/26/95