"Moneypulation" (it's a play on words, people!)

You know I'm always happy to forward little bits of conversation I catch somewhere here in Berlin. This time fate (you may exchange this word for any other possible word which pleases you more) made me stand in front of the still closed door of a library together wirh various people who were all waiting for the near-by church to ring its bells with the 12-o'clock-tune. Now what kind of people do you expect to find spending their time on a sunny day with the white snow sparkling under their feet, eagerly waiting to get into a room full of books? Exactly, nice and educated, open-minded and intelligent people. I mean, after all, not everyone reads books.. You can recognise in someone's face if he's the kind of guy who has been complaining about everything all his life and won't change his attitude for the rest of it either. Plus, he most surely reads tabloid and believes all of it, one more reason to complain. Imagine the complementary woman at his side and you might have an idea about the couple I'm talking about. They were complaining about the fact that the library didn't open a minute before 12 p.m. Complaining about the fact that the mother who was waiting with us allowed her son to use the little heap of snow next to them as a toilet. Ok well, I can sort of understand that, I found it rather funny but I can see that not everyone can have this madly enthusiastic humour of mine. But the most ridiculous comment was the woman telling him about a lottery shop where apparently people smoked a lot and the shop was always horribly smoky and smelly, so how on earth "am I supposed to fill in my lottery tickets?" she asked completely and seriously disgusted and outraged.
Why don't people give their stupid money, of which they seem to have too much of, to those people who sit outside in the streets the whole night long while I can't even bear a half hour walk without freezing? The chance of choosing the correct 6 out of 49 numbers is ridiculous, so stop thinking you're special, you're not the chosen hero or heroine, no old man with a white beard will come to you to say that you're the one chosen by a greater power.. but you can still save the world (staying loyal to my idealism..) or a small world at least. If you save one life, you save the world entire. Or the way Bob Geldof would say it: "Give me your fucking money!"