I also don't see any reason for two beggars talking amongst themselves (albeit loudly enough for others to hear) to inflate their daily income more than $100 or so, _especially_ if they're commuting (which costs ~$7/day) to do so.
Well, the short answer is pride. The long answer would be that they do it for the same reasons that you or I would do it if we were asked our salary on a form, knowing that it would be compared, even anonymously, to others. It's the reason why HR firms basically ignore any data that asks an employee for their salary as being inaccurate.
$250 every day = $25/hour if you "work" 10 hours a day. So 1 person donating $1 every 2.4 minutes.
In that 2.4 minute period, there are probably 1,000 people walking by. Is it really that far fetched, that 1 out of those 1,000 people will "give back"? Especially in a city like New York where there are plenty of high income individuals?
Perhaps a better way of putting it is: The average beggar doesn't make anywhere near that much. I can imagine some especially good ones that make a solid living doing it, but most don't make much.
This is peer-review. I'm curious what the truth is, so I'm going to consider the validity of someone's speculation and criticize it accordingly.
In fact, another article I read told about a couple in Portland, Oregon that cleared 50k between the two of the begging.
"Gregory: I was making 60 grand a year, 60 grand, not working hard. If I wanted to push it I could push it to 70. They want you to do over time on Wall Street. Wall Street judges you by your overtime. So yeah, I was raking it in. And I was spending it just as fast on alcohol. I would get up at 8 at night, take a shower, have a pint of Jack Daniel?s on me when I got into my car and drove to work."
Poetry sample:
"A Few of My (cough) Favorite Things"
Waking up achy, And out in the open.
Guard dogs are barking. Before words are spoken.
Wrought iron benches, That causes suff-ring.
These are a few of my favorite things.
Taking a shower, With four dozen others. Moving around,
In a stench that can smother. Finding that you,
Are the source of the stink!
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the bottles dry, And the smokes are gone,
And I'm feeling low
http://www.prx.org/pieces/29262/transcripts/29262