Damn mission!

Last night I was at the pseudo grocery store (i.e. front for liquor and lotto sales) and an old bum in a wheelchair outside the store said, “Hey commere. Can you give an old guy five or ten bucks so he can get a hotel room?” I said let me see, and I looked in my wallet and gave him ten bucks. He was grateful and said he would always remember me. I said the same, and then he said, “You know where a hotel is?” I said, “I don’t know, but there’s a mission . . .” He says, “I don’t want no mission – damn people doin’ dope in the corner!” So I didn’t know what to say and went home