A few days ago, a really smiley religious sister came for a visit to the office. She was here to see the Congolese doctor who works next to me, and having seen her before, I was very polite and offered her a chair.
When she was done with the doctor, she pulled me aside to talk to me outside the office "just for a minute".
I happily obliged.
Sister: I have no money for the transport, could you give me money?
Me (visibly cringing): Sorry, I can't do that.
I quickly darted back the office feeling ashamed. I must look really young, fresh, naive and new.
Surely, I'm going to hell for this one.