Friday, December 07, 2007

Well, I did

A homeless man told me I looked "spiffy" tonight. Okay fine, he wasn't just a homeless man, he was my homeless man. The one who lives on my corner. And while I didn't give him any money, I appreciated his discerning taste.

5 comments:

Ted from Social Services said...

We actually have professional pan handlers near Palm Springs. For real, one guy will put sunglasses, a hat & scarf on his little dog. Then stand at the freeway on ramp with a sign needing money for dog food. I've heard he makes about $400 a day. Think about it: 400 x 30 days = 12,000 a month under the table.

I feel bad now for bringing that up, it must be cold in New York.

The movie It's a Wonderful Life just hit me like a ton of bricks...Something must be done for this man! Maybe Time Out New York could do an extreme makeover or even ship him here with a dog.

Big Guy said...

Spiffy, eh? So that's what Allison looks like while sitting drunk on the sidewalk.....

Anonymous said...

Sometimes people don't need money. A nice warm blanket and maybe a bowl of hot soup will suffice. I find it amazing that as great a country we have, we have people living on the streets and out in the elements. We're too rich a country to allow that to go on. Okay, I'll stop ranting. I don't want to be Mr. Buzz Killington. I'm just an old softy.

I'm about to go out of town here shortly on a weekend retreat. No I'm not a salesman. I don't work for the man. This is a soul cleansing trip. Which is hard to imagine, due to the fact I'm going to Mississippi. I'm hoping to recharge my battery and break the cycle of any stale thinking I have going on. So I won't be here for roll call so to speak. Well, enough about me already. Er'body have a good weekend. See you in the funny papers!

Michael.
La.

Me said...

Buy him a one way ticket to Florida before he says you look eatable.

- Weird Blogger

SFSciolist said...

A homeless guy made a verbal pass at two of my female co-workers during lunch. I only wish that I had this guy's high self-esteem and optimism about his chances of success. (I won't even go out and talk to strangers unless I've shaved and showered for the day.)