What price dignity?

The thing about shoe gazing when you walk along the street is that you often notice unpleasantness. Like the human? turd I saw on Moray Place the other week, although you would notice it anyway, it smelt horrendous. The flip side of this is that you sometimes see good stuff. Then you get the tension, do I pick the good item up and look like a vagrant? Or do I walk on by and risk missing out on something real special? And if the good thing is money, how little should you be willing to stoop for? Does it depend on business of the street? If you are likely to be seen by anyone you know? Or does the fiscal incentive outweigh all other concerns?
I'm sad to say, I have realised it is all about the money for me. I was compelled to stop at the side of George Street, in the middle of town, to pick up 10c. Pathetic. But then the next day I felt like it all was panning out. I was walking up Tennyson street, shuffling and staring at the ground as I usually do & lo! A crisp $20 begging to go towards paying for the DVD splurge of the other day. Or the DVD splurge of today (damn you trade me) $10 for the second Persuaders set. I hope Roger Moore will be wearing lots of knitwear, getting back to his modelling roots.
So anyway, we have established my dignity costs approximately 10c if anyone is interested.