On my way back from Kol Tuv this evening, I stopped to give some change to a lady sitting outside on a milk crate. Shnorrers are commonplace in Crown Heights, and they let us fulfill the important mitzvah of tzedaka. Sometimes they bother me, though. I had a couple pennies in my hand. This woman did not want pennies; she said if I couldn't give her like a mentsh, not to give her at all. So I gave her a quarter in addition to the two pennies. So she yelled at me as I walked away. I told her that was all I had. So she threw a penny at me. I felt badly.