Life is like a piece of plastic

Photo by Senor Codo via Flickr (CC)

The family is out for lunch on a sunny afternoon. Seven of us sit around a table on a fenced off patio.
A homeless man approaches from behind us,

"Can you spare some change for a bus ticket?"

In chorus,
"No, sorry, got no change."

Homeless man walks away.

Klez-Mom waits a few seconds.
"What'd he ask for? A piece of plastic?"