Here where I am, typical male street scavengers usually look like this guy—bearded, well-clad, large-framed, and carry a grocery pushcart where they put the bottles, cans, and other stuff they collect in the streets or from trash bins.

I was walking along Granville Street when this person, named Billy (well, according to him), approached me in a friendly manner, asking for some coins. My automatic reaction was to say, "Sorry, I've no coins." But, after a while, I decided to approach the pushcart guy. "Here's a quarter," I said.

"Thank you very much," he uttered lively, with a nod and a smile.

I didn't waste the chance. "May I take a picture of you?" I said.

"Sure, no problem," he said, and then he posed with seeming pride.

I thanked him afterwards and then asked, "May I know your name?"

"Billy. Just call me Billy." And he went on asking spare change from the other passersby.