Jak se zbláznit II / How to get mad II (?)

It was freezing cold when I got off the underground at Náměstí Míru. Haunted by the thought that I failed to find the vendor of Nový prostor (the Czech version of The Big Issue) at Malostranská, I approached the little bearded man in the underpass. He was visually impaired, too.

I gave him a 50 CZK note and he started looking for change. Before he carefully took the white staff into his other hand along with the stack of the streetpaper, dived into his pocket under all the layers of clothing he had on, my nose had become runny and my fingertips started to ache. Poor man, he has to spend hours and hours in these horrid conditions! Quickly I said:
"Y'know what? Don't do it, I don't really need the change. Go and get a coffee instead!"

The warm feeling of a good deed done only remained for about 20 seconds. Then an agonizing thought struck me:

"You naughty girl! Like you couldn't have made up your mind right away! This way you made the poor man take off his gloves! Just imagine how his fingers must have got frozen in the meantime..."

Aaaaargh.