When it’s Amy Winehouse on all fours, begging restaurant patrons for a drink:

It’s almost a little like Wyeth’s Christina’s World… Only, it’s Amy’s:

This reminds me of a time not too long ago, when I was in Prague with my mother. There we were, seated in an outdoor cafe near the National Museum, when a beggar calmly placed a blanket ever so gently on the sidewalk, and kneeled down to get into prime “Begging Position.” But before he could desperately clasp his hands together, my Mother shot out of her chair and started screaming “If you don’t get out of here this second, I’m calling the police! Polizei! Polizei! Police!!” as loud as she could. The vagrant, who looked not unlike Harvey Keitel in the movie Monkey Trouble, shot my mother a look of genuine concern, as though he had happened upon someone with worse problems than his own. Then he grew Road Runner circles and fled.

If it had been Winehouse, who knows what would have happened. I would have gladly flipped a krona her way with a wink and a smile… but I’ve got a generous heart.