The following stories and convictions are pieces to my scattered life puzzle, appropriately unveiled in chronological disorder. Any opinions expressed are likely biased and positively open to interpretation.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Really?!
Bum on a sidewalk by the Gateway: Excuse me sir, you wouldn't happen to have three dollars and ninety-five cents?
I love bums. I was walking home in Brooklyn with a grocery bag from Trader Joe's, and a woman came up to me and asked if I had anything she could eat. The awkward part happened when she actually looked in my bag and found olive oil, brown basmati rice, dried mung beans, and hemp protein powder. She seemed hopelessly disappointed, but graciously accepted the fact that, no, I didn't have anything to give her to eat.
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I love bums. I was walking home in Brooklyn with a grocery bag from Trader Joe's, and a woman came up to me and asked if I had anything she could eat. The awkward part happened when she actually looked in my bag and found olive oil, brown basmati rice, dried mung beans, and hemp protein powder. She seemed hopelessly disappointed, but graciously accepted the fact that, no, I didn't have anything to give her to eat.
You've outsmarted the bums by only carrying with you foods that require preparation. Well done!
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