Perhaps.
I was sitting in a city park yesterday chatting with a buddy. An old gray-bearded guy rolls up on a foldable electric bike and just starts talking to us. Smoking a cigar, gots him a cell phone, a small crate bungie corded on back. He lives on bottle returns which the crate would hold about $3 max.
Suspicious since he claims 8,000 miles on his bike, goes to different cities via AMTRAK (Chicago for one) and has to take out the battery, and more stuff I don't care about. He was lonesome, I guess.
He stared at us waiting for dialog which we didn't really provide. ("Hi." and "Have a nice day." ain't much to work with...)
Finally let us be. He and his raincoat rolled on to find another 60 cents on the ground.
I thought of most of the posters here for some reason.
Please seat yourself.
I like the very things you hate.